The Young Girl

I turn around and see a little girl
Tormented, confused and alone
She wants to scream, loud and clear
There are demons she needs to fight
She is asking for a helping hand
A supportive, non-judgemental voice
She is looking for someone reliable
Her screams are ignored by many
Her hand, outstretched. gets tired of waiting
She hears a few voices, low murmurs in her direction
Singing songs of lies, betrayal and pessimism
She tries to shut them out completely 
But they end up controlling her heart
Whoever she looks up to with helpless eyes
Shows her that she is alone in this war
Against the exponentially increasing demons
Just then I look into the mirror and shudder
The young girl is now looking at me with hope
Slowly, she grows up into none other than my own self
Now, it hits me, the significance of it all
I must be my own savior, I am all I have
I just need to extend my hand towards myself
Pull myself out of the house of darkness & demons
Pull myself into the light and let me be
Blinded by how bright I can really shine.