i see you little girl, playing with your dolls. the concentration on your face gives away your obsession with detail. you're clever - each doll has a well-rounded and fully-developed personality. do they reflect traits you possess, or the ones you wish you did? you dressed them all up so pretty.
i see you little girl, crying because i took your dolls away.
i see you little girl, drawing coloring sketching. always creating colorful images, ideas from your open mind wrought on paper by your talented little hands. are you envisioning a more perfect world, or just recording what you see around you? your art is all so original, so creative.
i see you little girl, scurrying to glue together the shreds i've made of your work.
i see you little girl, playing with the makeup your mum gave you. a layer of rouge here, a big glob of mascara there. you're too beautiful for the gaudy stuff i now find you slathering on your face. are you accentuating your delicate features or hiding your emotions? when you're finished you smile and curtsy to yourself in the mirror - a true lady.
i see you little girl, pouting in the corner when i smear the makeup across your face.
i see you little girl, tormenting your younger brother. you took away his toy cars, and smashed his lego castle, and ripped up his favorite magazines. you never smile or play or create anymore. aren't you glad you found your place in the cycle of things? as you no longer love, nor are you ever taken advantage of.
i see you little girl, and i smile because you no longer need my guidance.