Little Girl

I take the little girl's hand
And she weeps
Oh, how I can't tolerate it
I reach down, and yell with all my might
But she can't hear me
So I take her frail little body and shake it
She can't feel it
I want to reach down and hit her
But I can't
She's impossible to reach
I look her in the eyes carefully
Her brown-toffee eyes
And I see my eyes in the reflection
My brown-toffee eyes
I look into her soul
But all I see is me
I scream, I writhe in pain
But the little girl keeps skipping
Laughing merrily
Not paying attention to my sorrow
I try to get her to look at me
She doesn't know what her future lies ahead
No one with her does
Except for me
The little girl
Is my past.