It has been too long
since I last saw myself as good.
I have been lost and found
too many times now.
That constant need to change,
to improve, to be kind
is eating me alive.
I see that small girl in the dusty mirror
and somehow I can’t recognize her
Somehow she is left alone
with me as a shell,
doomed to hurt her even more
as if the world isn’t cruel enough.
So I sit here, look at her and ask myself –
What happened that drove her so far away
that I could no longer reach her?
I want to cure the small girl but somehow
I am not even able to save myself.