YOUNG GIRL

Young girl,
you look at your reflection in disgust.
You reflect within to find confliction.
You greet the sun with dread,
and the moon with grief.

Young girl,
you're a master escapist.
Wishing to rid yourself
of even yourself.
Pleading with the world
around you to truly see you.

Oh young girl,
darling of the master's heart
you have forgotten and therefore
been mislead.
Who you think you are
is just an illusion
blinding you from
the truth
of your extraordinary essence.