Escaping

I stand up

Getting out of the dirty wrinkled T-shirt

Getting away from those twisted, freezing iorn bars in front of me

There I go again--I tell myself

Who am I?

Not this barbaric baggy bear lying on the concrete

This dirty, barely human walking shadow

No, definitely not

I was once beautiful

Wearing pink bubble dresses and shinny pearls on my neck

I was the center of my realm who speak and everybody focus

I was the child

I was

Young

And loved

I was the princess of the glorious land, who looking down at humans high above

And then I grow older

My dream shatters

They are better than me, I told myself

Prettier, Brighter, Charminger, Braver

They are Performers,  Singers, Dancers, Adventurers

And I, the ugly ducklings among beautiful swans

hide

From reality

Or you may call it "Jail"

As I was imprisoned 

And tortured in the jail that I created myself

Tortured by every whisper in my heart and every sadness coming to me like flooding water

I lay on the ground

Lifeless

Despaired

I stand up

and stand up

and stand up

and stand up

But I am always defeated

I can not escape the jail

Even if I am always escaping

I can not be the best 

So after hundreds and hundreds times of trying

I stand up

Stumble to balance

And smile

There is always shadows accompanied with light

looking at the shadows, you can forget what the light looks like

I am perfection and imperfection

I am imprisoned and free

I am composed of

Shadows

and the Brightest Morning Sunlight