Woe Is Me

Lost little girl with the “woe is me” mindset.
Picked on and jabbed leaving her attitude justified.
Bullies claw at the dirt around her feet.
She sunk down deep.

Lost little girl with the “woe is me” mindset.
Her sorrows and fears weighed on her heavy.
She kicked at the dirt around her feet.
Deeper and deeper she goes.

Lost little girl with the “woe is me” mindset.
She heard the whispers of hate creep past her ear.
Her inner demons dug heaps of dirt around her feet.
In a hole she stood now shoulder deep.

Lost little girl with the “woe is me” mindset.
She stared up as the bullies smiled at their work below.
Her need to climb to the surface diminished.
It was too deep and the outlook too dark.

Lost little girl with the “woe is me” mindset.
In her hand was the shovel of insecurity the bullies bestowed upon her.
This cave of negativity had become her home now.
She picked up where they left off digging herself deeper and deeper.

Lost little girl with the “woe is me” mindset was now a woman.
She stood in her, now, self made grave of despair.
No sign of light left her lonely and afraid.
Digging deeper she had hoped to see light on the other side.

-Asia Aneka Anderson
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