The Light

As I stand here over looking my cold and dreary life,

I see disappointment over shadowing the light.

Broken mirrors are shattered everywhere,

I hate the way I look,

Because no one has ever cared.

Demons have clawed and shredded away,

Most of the hope that once got me through the day.

But demons don't have a hold on me,

Not as tight as before,

Because one man cared enough to step through my unhinged door.

Get up and walk,

It isn't the end of the world,

brush yourself off and see there is love for you my girl.

Come and look,

Walk with me, and soon you will understand my empathy.

He rubbed my eyes and turned me around,

There you see,

There is no longer dreary but happiness.

Don't you see?

There is love for you, in your family, your friends, even me.

I have felt the same way before,

When I was young and four.

I was confused and lost,

Like a puppy waiting to come home.

I was a stranger in their eyes,

and darkness covered my eyes.

But sometimes instead of not knowing there is darkness covering the eyes,

We just flat out refuse to see the light.

So what do you say?

Let me be your light.

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-Kayla