Another I just did

Dirty Hands

Just a frightened little girl,
Looking for a clue about the future,
Stumbling through the world,
Not sure what exactly to look for.

She’s tried her hands at love,
But it never turned out right,
So she chose to stay quiet,
And shut her feelings up tight.

She’s tried her hands at independence,
But found just how cold the world can be,
So she ran back to her broken home,
Waiting to find how to live happily.

Now patience seems like a cruel irony,
What should she be waiting for?
For her, ignorance is worse than knowledge,
Wandering through life always unsure.

And with dirty hands she walks,
Brave, but forever mystified,
Aware that she’ll end up somewhere,
Knowing that at least…she tried.