The box warns, fragile item, be careful
If only you had taken better care, wrapped it in bubble wrap or something similar to wool
Now the contents of the box have shattered
Even the cardboard of its container is all battered
If only you had put it somewhere high and away from everyone's reach
Now the damage is irreversible if only you had listened to the label and what it preached
A broken little girl who breaks everything and everyone that surrounds her in attempt at revenge
Who's going to tell her that it'll do no good no shattered glass will mend
She hurts because she's hurt
Everyone deserves even worse
Severed heart is not quite it
Fragmented everything
Her villain origin story is being ignored
But the rage was building up way back from when she was first stored
In a box
That was dropped
The reckless care that little girls’ feelings were put in are to blame
Her emotions bottled up in a glass frame
Demolished and scattered
Even humpty dumpty wasn't out back together
Children's feelings get protected
Till they grow up and getting yelled at is normal by someone respected
Why were those little girls’ tears acknowledged
Glass looked after constantly polished
The earth spun laps around the sun
Suddenly 5 years turned into 16 in a couple of months
When voices are raised and I'm put in the same position
My brain didn't catch up with my body so I let out the same reaction
Eyes watered
fists clenched
Body shaking with a mixture of rage
Humiliation and pain
When she cried you stopped
Yet you look at me like I've got a brain of rock
Sensitivity isn't something you grow out of, although sometimes I wish it were
Every little thing to me is worth being hurt
The 5 year old in me is pleading to be let out of the glass
Shes just as confused as I am for we grew up way too fast
thank you for reading <3