Janelle

The girl looks at her own reflection Wondering if she's going in the right direction Life seems so confusing and often bittersweet She wonders what she can say when it's all complete Will she have lived her life the way she wanted all along Or will she see that what she's done has turned out all wrong Contemplating if she's even in the right place Was she meant to live or is she stealing someone's space Is there a point to having all these dreams and aspirations? Or is there no reason for all her confrontations May the world repair all of it's wrongdoings? Or is it so far gone that it is past it's renewing? She thinks of what life of hers has already passed That the life she has left will be quite the contrast Putting her head to the sky with hope she prays to stay With happiness and joy, she hopes to find her way Looking past all the horrors and their impurities She looks forward to her life with no more insecurities