Little Children (testing my deceased poetry skills)

Oh, little children

What little mysteries you are

You hide your tears with fake smiles

So no one will know, what insecuities lay inside your deep, dark soul

Nobody realizes the troubles you must face

Nobody will notice the cracks you mend with your deeply scarred hands

Dearest little children

Why are you so scared?

Why must you have so many secrets?

Going day by day, your bodies marred

You children are so strong

Please, keep singing your little song

Oh, little child

You are so beautiful

So wild, and free

Your little hearts, so plentiful

You don't know how much you all mean to me