Little old me, we met at my birth
gently you gave me my first kiss
with a Promise
lovingly you wanted her
so how could you try to destroy me
with your words
how did your touch begin to bring me pain
and wounds
pressed so deep
that they have damaged
the part of me needed to fly
under your foot I broke free
wounded
five year old
little old me
Showing you my scars
and telling you my pain
smiles you Promised
for me
with vows
that it never would rain
so how could you try also to destroy me
with your words
how did your touch begin to bring me pain
and wounds
pressed so deep
that they have damaged
the part of me needed to fly
under your foot I broke free
wounded
twenty-five year old
little old me.