I hope to one day be the woman I was destined to foresee—this beautiful, smart, and lovely soul, they use to tell me. Time waits for no one they would also say, yet I still found away to break free and stray—their heads have fallen low to the sight of this girl which use to once sparkle and glow, but only little did they know—the pain which devoured her soul whole, the appetite of her demons had their bellies full—with total mind control. ‘Mirror mirror on the wall’, oh why must you lie and cover all? Damaged and frail, with no clue of what there is left to do. Her destiny running out of time, in the hourglass, the grain left to a size of a dime. Lost within the pollution of her intoxicated mind—they pray that what was once before stays preserved—this girl—she’s one of a kind. I wish that then the mirror would allow me to see, that monster which stood there before me. Fallen—she had to the pits of a dried up well, nothing left for her corpse to compel—for cuffs and chains became the last resort to save her beaten down flesh, although locked behind bars—her mind now refreshed. Finally, I can truly see this beauty which stands before me. Thankful for this second chance, although the past, only at a short glance—yet, this time around, I am sober bound. Ready to live, laugh, and learn once more, before the story of this once broken girl, over turns.