The laughter of three little girls replays in my head,
I remember them dreaming, of what would lie ahead.
A journey of sisterhood, to mold their love for each other.
I remember their promises, to never let go of one another.
But unfortunately, time ruled on.
And from each other, they had all withdrawn.
Vexation, displeasure, and envy possessed their brains,
Making each of them as equally insane.
Forcing them to stab each others souls.
Just to reach their life long goals.
They killed whatever hope I had for mankind.
Made me realize, that kids are just temporarily blind;
From their very own reflection upon the mirror.
Drastically changing once the inner monster sees clearer.
The laughter of three little girls replays in my head,
whose voices are likes knives, that have made me bled.