Sweet little girl runs through the fields,
Dress stained by the pretty little flowers she plucked,
Hair mussed from the silly little wind,
And cheeks red from the busy little snowflakes,
Floating through the air without a care in the world.

Petite little girl skips back home.
Home, where she had to hold her head
While her mom sewed pretty, pretty jewels
Into her pretty, pretty head,
And her pretty, pretty dress
sat in her pretty, pretty lap.

Defeated little girl combs through her jewelry box,
Tears rolling down her face
As the mean, mean thoughts race through her head.
The lean, lean ballerina,
Bored of being ignored,
Joins with the taunts from her mind,

‘Too big, too small,’ She says,
Voice a shrill ringing in the little girl's ears.
‘Not smart, not sweet,’ The ballerina sings,
‘So loud, so weird.’ The voice in the girls mind
Harmonizes with the Ballerina in the little box.
‘Ugly, Gross, Dumb, Annoying.’

Sobs,
So loud and so big
For such a
Pretty, Little, Girl,
Fill that pretty, pretty room
As the silly, little girl
Lets out her silly, little emotions.

So silly,
And so little.

That silly, little girl.