Walking through life again and again,
Her agile shadow flows relentlessly beside her.
She feels compressed, like she is sitting in a box,
Screaming at the top of her lungs and no one can hear her.
There is an emotion inside of her, bursting to be let out,
But the vile essence of fear and hate binds it deep in her.
In her mind, she is treading on thin ice,
If she steps too hard, she will break through.
All her life, she has been like glass,
Shattering into a million little pieces of sorrow.
But after prolonged years of looking at her distorted image,
She has come to realize her weakness of self-indulgence.
Instead of trying to put the jagged pieces back together,
She walks away, leaving the pieces broken on the ground.
To her, it is a sign of a new beginning,
Holding her head up high, she holds a different mentality on life.
