the child

she was reluctant to be born
in the process she traumatised her mother

she always seemed older than she was
which made her difficult to like

she made strange remarks
at all the wrong times

she loved to watch the flowers
but only when by herself

she liked to trust people
but was betrayed every time

she always saw the good in people
but hated the way they abused the world

she believed in love
but was filled with sadness when she saw the cruelty of mankind

she always found solace in nature
and admired the strength of the dandelion that could blossom in concrete

she was a searcher
and still is

searching for beauty
searching for love
searching for compassion
searching for her true self

that somehow got lost along the way