“Lena, you really need to grow up.”

Those were words I found myself saying a lot to Lena.
She was acting out more and more
and as her aunt
I didn’t know if I had the power to stop her.

She had been to therapy again
and bluntly told her therapist
to suck her balls.

Needless to say, she doesn’t have any…

But the therapist wasn’t having any of it
and called her mother.
And then her mother called me.

I wasn’t having any of it.

Acting out was her “thing”
it’s been that way since she was a little girl.

It was how she dealt with the shit
that was flying around in her head.

She may have been
a girly girl
who liked pink
and thought herself a princess

But she had her skeletons, too.

She never liked to talk about them
but you could see them in her eyes.

She was fighting a war.