Today I met a girl,
and she asked, “How are you?”
“Just fine,” I replied.
She said, “No, tell me what’s true.”
Perplexed, I stopped and stared.
She was young, no older than eight.
Her eyes were innocent.
They knew no hate.
“What did you say?”
I asked in confusion.
“You know what I mean,” she said.
This girl was in a delusion.
Trying to be kind, I replied,
“No, I do not.”
She frowned and replied,
“You lie quite a lot.”
Now I was agitated.
What does this girl know?
Acting like she’s so intelligent.
I’ll just tell her to go.
“Let me explain!”
She exclaimed in haste.
“I know you’re not alright.
I know you feel misplaced. I know you feel alone.”
What?
How in the world?
What’s happening?
Who is this little girl?
“But I’m here to say you’ll be alright.
Though you are feeling alone and cold,
you’ll find a reprieve.”
“So just stay strong
because I know you can do it.”
How? Who are you?
I wished she would quit.
Suddenly it was silent,
and I turned to see,
but there was no one there at all,
just the air and me.
Who was talking?
Was it all in my mind?
Yes, I know it was.
My own subconscious sending a sign.
For now that she’s gone,
it’s very plain to see.
That pretty little girl,
was the hopeful version of me.
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