The child, protector, and optimistic

The child sits in her room

Happy

Playing with her polly pockets

Not a care in the world

Just happy

She stays in her room

Not trying to leave

Her room is happy

She cant leave

The protector has put walls up

Walls so thick you cant see the end

But

If you pull out a telescope

You may see the protector

Still placing bricks

The optimistic sees the protector

Pleading with her to stop

The protector doesn’t care

She doesn’t want the child to be hurt

The optimistic tries to show love to the protector

The protector doesn’t hear her she pushes her out going autopilot

The optimistic doesn’t stop keeps pushing her to stop

Maybe one day the protector will get tired

Maybe one day they will talk