who have i become?
a little girl asks a big girl
they are the same, same eyes, same hair
but the little girl does not know pain, while it surrounds her
the big girl lives with pain, within her and around her
one has big blue eyes
one has grey eyes
one is full
one is hollow
the little girl has nothing figured out, which is a security blanket for children, children only
the big girl has made a bed with her sins, they sleep with her every night, every single night
the big girl replies, a sad smile on her face,
someone you will never want to become
a poet's confessional 