More than a reflection
Location
The girl is distorted
Like a penny at the bottom of a lake
She kneels to the ground
Her gentle frame starting to shake
This is the child
Who painted a world on the dark canvas of night
This is the girl
Who, with rays of hope, weaved gloom into light
Yet through the smiles
This child begins to break
In her reflection
She sees the word “mistake”
The less there is
The more she seems to see
It is not flaw she fears
Though in flawless captivity
She became too good at reaching each goal
and yet,
The ideal she most longs for is taking control
Wondring, does it stop?
And long for the day she is free
'till she accepts herself
her world will continue spiraling.