The Girl

Once there was a girl her spirits might high,
Though solemnly she looked at the shattered image of herself,
In hopes she might find and repair the broken,
Though all her efforts pointed meaningless,
She however tried,
Knowing all to well she was too no avail,
She however tried,
And even though it pained her so,
Though her very essence dragging and piercing and stabbing inside,
She however tried,
Tried what?
To fix and repair all that lay shattered!
To fix what is already broken!
To look upon your self in torn mirrored image,
To wish Lilith to take thee!
To dream each night that you’re whole,
When in fact you’re ever so ruined,
And this girl looked and gander upon herself,
And this girl looked upon herself like the very image of Narcissus,
She however cried,
Alas she saw the truth behold of thyself,
And she shed her tears of loneliness,
Alas the falling of Evanescent tears,
And this girl sat there in her very own corner,
Clutching her very own mirror,
Weeping her very own tears,
She however didn’t live happily ever after.