Lil Claire glances at the mirror
Asking, "mommy, are these scars getting better?"
She's clueless because mom don't expect it to be there.
She's in doubt with herself,
don't exactly remember the last time she smiled
Let the wildfires burn for the sake of this child.
May the ashes of her sorrow blow away from her sadness.
Yet she walks around angry, everyone doesn't know why.
From the mind of an eleven year old, it makes you want to cry.
She has simply became rye to what is known as "normal"
Bullies, abuse, and no rules did this to her.
The thought of running away often comes in her mind.
"What If..." She says, with freedom sat behind.
Sorrow, and fault is all that she sees.
Scared to speak to authority, damn what does this mean?
Poor Claire doesn't know reality from fiction.
Her body's not fully developed, not even from infliction.
Just take a breath lil Claire and wait awhile.
She doesn't want to, she demands a change.
This ongoing battle from the left and right brain.
The teachers at school just worry about her.
making excuses for her parents' sake.
Lying to authority because she doesn't want to be known.
She thinks abuse is discipline if there's love shown.
But question, how much of love will protect her own?
Poor lil Claire saving herself was her career.
She was in and out with DC like gas station cashiers
-checking their nine to 5-
instead Lil Claire isn't paid for them times.
She started to age all of a sudden.
"Mommy, am I looking better?"
She remembers saying to her mom while looking in the mirror.
The scars aren't skin deep, yet they're still a bother.
Poor lil Claire looked in the mirror for one last time.
She became honest with herself. "I was beautiful all along"
Claire knew love was all she need to be one.