(From the Children - 1992)
I’m sad.
Is that because people hurt me?
When people hurt you
really really really bad,
then you get wrecked.
I guess it’s real hard to love
wrecked people. . .
We’ve been trapped inside
for years and years and years
and we can’t heal,
trapped inside.
Now we are here
all the time,
and we are still just seven
and we don’t know how to be grown up.
Sometimes we try to pretend
- to be grown-up,
and we know it’s only pretend.
I’m sad and lonely
and little and scared,
but my body is too big
and so you think I’m big, too.
But I’m just not.
We want to get better
but if we stay locked up,
it won’t work.
I wish my body was little again
so it wouldn’t be so hard for you.
but it’s not
it’s big.
But all those bad things
just barely happened to us.
They don’t seem far away
and long ago.
And so I’m scared
and hurting
and sad
and lonely
And I’m that way
all the time inside--
even when we pretend
to be a grown-up.
We are always here
watching
afraid
hurting
But we hide away
because we think you might not
like us little,
so we pretend.
I’m so sad
and scared and lonely
and little.
Please take care of me.