Broken Little Girl

She tries to write what is in her heart
But her dreams have been shattered & torn all apart
What she believed to be real were only lies
Straight to her face with a good disguise
In the form of a mother
Come to find out she never actually had a brother
So many lies, too many tears
How embarrassing not have known all these years
Oh, why me? She says a classic but familiar line
I really cant tell you when I'll be fine
Family or friends
Where do they come from, I guess it just depends
On which hand you were dealt
The candle burns slow, until the wax begins to melt
Then all of a sudden your moving so fast
Every year flying faster than the last
Grab a hold of your life
Maybe become someones beautiful wife
But who wants a woman that isnt very sure
Who's spirit is slightly broken but her heart is still loving and pure
The woman in the mirror I'd love to someday be
Who is that women always looking back at me?