She

As the wind dances in her brunette hair
She wishes she could be something more.

She looks up at the stars and
Wishes she could Twinkle as bright as they do.

She sees the sorrow within
but doesn't tell.

She sees everything through a lens that has been
Cracked by the unbearable sadness
That consumes her very being.

She wishes to fix the broken and the bent.
Her hand are full of shards.
She was trying to pick up the broken mirror.

She fails to see ...
That She is the one that needs to be put back
Together.

She is the broken and the bent.