This Girl

How can she get through the days
Without breaking down or crying?
Sometimes she wishes for rays
Of sunshine and keeps on trying
 
To be a beautiful girl with the wide
Smile like she used to be, but her
Insecurities or flaws will not hide.
Every day and every night is a blur
 
As they pass her by in confusion.
Her facade is slipping and cracks
Are noticeable. The world’s illusion
Does not protect her against a black
 
And dark little world she created for
Herself. What secret is she hiding?
She knows there is always a door
Waiting for her, but what is guiding
 
Her the way home when her head
And heart are somewhere else? On
Some days she cannot get out of bed
And be just like everyone else. Gone
 
Are her good days and the perfection
Within herself. Her soul still grapples
To shine. She fights to see her reflection
In the mirror because she sees shackles
 
Instead of freedom. She sees doubts
Girls and women like her struggle with  
Every single day. Why do thorns sprout?
She does not care to be another myth.