Somewhere among the clouds

Sunshine beams hide the darkness

That burden the poor wretched child

Into oblivion,

She sits alone trembling at the sight

Of her own feeble reflection

In the depths of the cold, hurtful

Hard visions of the mirror.

Which torments her everyday as it stares

As it illustrates, and laughs at all her imperfections

And cries out to her all the taunts,

That she allowed herself to believe,

For she chose not to hear the glories

Of her sheer existence,

And therefore, cast herself into the pits

Of complete empty illusions

That hindered the individuals of the unloved,

Though there was someone who truly

Believed,

In the power of her perseverance

To block out the torments

And finally break the heart-piercing needles

That belonged to the mirror.

Age 19