She talked to me last night -
A hidden figment from my past.
A startled squeak was all I heard,
A second only did it last.
A battered child, softly crying,
Afraid to ever make a sound,
Finally let me know last night
That she was still around.
From inside me, she is pleading
For me to let her free
But I cannot, and refuse to
Ever let her see -
The world that I have entered
Is one for Cassandra alone,
Not for little Cassie,
No matter how she says she's grown.
I wish I could remember
What made this girl so sad,
And what made her hide inside me
With all the problems she had.
I hope she'll quietly go away
And that she no longer cries -
For the sake of my own sanity
I hope this young girl dies.