broken child

Rima Mcbride

There once was a sad child 
Yet ruthless and wild
Until one day they came,
Though holding no name.

One was uptight
But almost quite right
About his reasons
For committing such treason 

Another, different from the other two
His sexual frustration was nothing to do
With his happy-go-lucky
Ways of life 
To keep him together and outta sight

The last stands quite small
In that of a know- it- all
She'd much rather play
Than do work through the day
She's kind and quite soft
And her eyes get you caught,
In what's right and what's not.


All three of these
Are what makes up she.
The child who was sad
Never to be 
She lost her fight 
When she lost her might
At only 5 years of age
And was also full of rage

Now she has grown
And they are still sewn
Into what she lives
And tries to give
All the help they can
To bring her back
To the young girl she once was
for now she was just pieces of the puzzle
that shall never be fixed