Made of paper and bright colors

You cut them different when you're bored

hollow and weak

Perfect for you

But people have names and they have meanings 

Colored eyes of wisdom

Pretty souls with wonder

You can take what you want

but they don't need what you need in order to live

She rages in this infinite land of flowers

She stomps and rips them from the earth

Teeth filled with dirt as she smears the dew across her body

This is the young lady you were afraid to hurt

Hair a nest of bugs

an army upon her head

She has survived a lifetime at such a young age

She doesn't need you

Running faster and faster until she reaches you and passes you

This story you were in was not about you

A simple detail 

a man and that's it

Her story was never yours to claim