The little within

There is a part of me that is very very small. She can be temperous, sulky, playful and scared. She wants her way sometimes, even when her way is not good for anyone. She whines for the things she wants, and sometimes cries for the things she can't have. She craves attention and love. She likes to play with others. but often times she feels so alone. She wants someone to care for her. To make her feel safe. But I am not sure if she will ever feel safe. I scream at that little girl all the time. I tell  her to stop being so weak. Quit acting like the child your are. But she wants to come out and play. She wants someone to listen  to her. And I think it's time I start. She has fun playing with my children, and she loves to talk about her cats and sometimes she needs to talk about the things that happened to us. I know she's there. I can feel her presents and sometimes, I can hear her. Who knows what might come of this? Maybe I'll start working with her. Maybe I will continue to tell her to grow up. But this little girl is a part of me. A part of me that will always be there unless I heal the hurt.