This is the story of a real girl.
She lived in her mind(s).
She spent her days
watching the other children
Through her looking glass.
It would be beter to say she didn't live-
She simply exsisted.
She thought it would be safer to stay inside,
Then to go out and play.
She watched the world around her,
Wondering what would be next.
One day, she let go of her looking glass.
It crashed onto the floor.
And it broke in pieces,
Almost like her life was like-pieces.
She picked up one of the shards.
It cut her arms.
She cried out in pain.
No one heard her.
She cried and shouted for someone.
No one came.
After a minute, an hour, a day, she stood.
She wrapped her arm in cloth
And looked around.
Something was stirring.
Something within her.
Something she liked.
But, she had no clue what it was or what to do.
For emotions were for other girls.
She had none to call her own.
But this new feeling, this life, it was awakening.
She wondered of the other things she had missed,
Looking through her looking glass.
And she started running.
She ran outside and felt the summer air brush against her.
She felt the warmth of the sun and the coolness of a creek.
She experience it all.
She ran to the park where the other boys and girls where.
She stopped and looked around.
Children were all around, playing.
She stood there, unable to move.
Finally, a boy noticed her
And walked up to her.
He extended a hand.
She looked at it and
Finally, took it.
A smile came across her face.
"Oh, what a feeling it is, to finally live."