Not too long ago, I was having this major push and pull with the little girl inside me. (Oh man, I'm not the inner child type! everything in me was screaming.) And yet, I had to face (am still trying to face) the fact that I'm going to have to somehow make peace with her existence if I ever want to get out of this rut.
And suddenly Miss Hannigan of Annie fame just started singing endlessly in my brain. Her song, with a few little changes, just summed it up!
Sing along, if you dare!
Little girl, little girl
With every move I make I can feel her
Little girl, little girl
Night and day I eat, sleep and breathe her
I’m an ordinary woman with feelings
At least so I’ve learned this past long year
And I'll admit, since this bug has bit
This little girl, she's brought me to tears
A little heart, little eyes
The mirror even shows that I’m little
But if I stuff my ears, deny it all
Surely I will get an acquittal
Some women are dripping with diamonds
Some women are dripping with pearls
Lucky me, lucky me
Look at what I'm dripping with… the tears of this girl
How I hate little demons, little fears
They grow with me like tumors
When I travel back to years ago
I completely lose my sense of humor
Someday I'll look in her sad eyes
Some night I’ll hold her deep pain
But now I cannot face her needs
Every time I try it’s simply in vain
Oh no - it seems I must enter the nuthouse
With all my nutty parts and some squirrel
Tucked away with my inner child
And finally dare to face…. this little girl
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