Little Girls

Oh,

The horror it is to be a little girl today.

Where not even other little girls like you,

Not like other girls.

Doomed to be unable to enjoy things,

Without the cruel and sharp laughter of those above you.

Forced to watch as others get torn apart around you.

Then turning and tearing another little girl down yourself.

Who taught them to hate themselves so heavily?

Who taught us to be so critical of them?

Why do they feel the need to grow up so fast?

I can barely remember her,

The little girl I was.

I wish she loved herself 

Half as much as I love her.