She does not trust so easily,
this little one.
She has earned the right.
She is anger.
She is rage.
She is broken.
She wants revenge.
"No", said I.
"Oh yes, I must have it",
she insists.
"No, because it's wrong", said I.
And so she buries her anger,
her rage,
her broken spirit,
and goes out into the world.
A ticking bomb.