Wild Child.

My dear wild inner child.

To the little girl with a messy face and tangled hair.

You had so many dreams, hopes, and smiles.

They tried to steal them from you.

I'm now the woman you needed when you were little.

I've fought and battled monsters.

I stand tall with big black boots and dyed black hair.

Tattoos and piercings cover battle scars.

I pulled myself out of agony and nightmares.

I refused to let anything being me down.

Are you proud of me?

Would you look up to me and admire me?

I'll give you a big smile and wink.

I'd take you into my arms and wipe away your tears.

I would tell you it's going to be okay.

I'd stand up and fight for you every single time.

I'll fight those demons so the little girls after me won't have to.

I won't give up on you wild child.

I'm still that tangled hair girl somewhere inside.

You deserve someone like me fighting for you.

So let me steal back everything that is mine.

And I promise to always be someone you are proud of.