I do not know what troubles Her
other than She’s hurting deep inside,
So She dreams of fairy tales
Searching, for someplace to hide.

Her Teddy bears bring comfort
so she keeps them close at night,
And as She waits for sleep to come
She holds them very tight.

Someone said She’s been through hell
the emotional agonizing kind,
so she takes a drink to help forget
of the escape, She’ll never find.

And in Her eyes the constant ache
sometimes tend to cloud her view,
She wipes the tears and smiles
for She knows what She must do.

which is to face Her inner demons
And store them away on a hidden shelf,
So She can Look in the mirror and say
These were, reflections of Myself.