A Pond, a Reflection and Two Walls
Standing on the edge of something wild,
of something bad,
of something vile.
There she stood all alone at the edge of a pond,
will she ever belong?
In her reflection something was wrong.
It was not the cold, filthy and old water,
it was not the thoughts that haunted her and troubled.
It was just something wrong!
Was it her sad look? Or her fault of grace?
Was it the tears that fall from her face?
What had happened to the dreams that she chased?
Has it all gone to waste?
A big Shame her own blame it was very vital,
she had no pace, no name and no title.
Wait hold on! Was it the tears the rippled on the pond?
While the other birds were happy and played along.
Well yes! but no it was not what bothered her the
most . Her heart ached, her soul braked into bits of pieces
and no happiness was gained.
All because she didn't believe in herself why would she?
Neither did "they." Is this her sullen fate?
Her dreams... She didn't gave it her all but man did she fall!
Standing between a pond , a reflection and two large walls.