Little girl in red skirt
Who fills the house with mirth
As clumsy as she comes
To some, an item, she becomes.
Her neighbours loved her so
As much as her parents do.
Pretty uncles and pretty aunts
And a silent predator that lurks
Amongst people, her parents trust.
She has a story to share
Afraid that no one would care
Confused as she appear
With secrets too big to bear.
Silent prayer to ease her day
She hides her fear till to this day.
Shuddering nerves when triggered
An episode that keeps derailing her.
Daytime comes, she puts on a smile.
By night, her thoughts travel thousand miles.
Then she cries a little, wishes a little,
Hopes a little and dies a little.