She often stares at her-self in the mirror,
staring wondering what happened to that little girl.
seconds pass-
minutes pass-
hours go by- still standing,
wondering where she went wrong.
lost somewhere,
between birth and now,
All confused,
still ten years later-
hours turn to days,
days turn to weeks,
still standing.....
wondering how she ever made it this far,
with no guidance,
no love,
no self- respect,
And still she stands,
All alone.
Weeks turn to months,
Months turn to years...
looking at her eye- to- eye
the little girl all grown- up
so much hatred in her eyes,
shes full of fear,
shes got no one,
all alone,
standing--
waiting for an answer.
