There was a little girl in my colorful bedroom
Staring at herself in the full-length mirror
I wondered, who could this be?
Had my sister let in some stranger again?
I stepped closer to this girl
Noticing the different details about her
How vibrant of a pink her dress was
How her eyes resembled the color of the ocean
How her hair was the most beautiful chestnut I’d ever seen
It was only when I came to look very closely
That I saw tears streaming down her face
Tears vivid and pure as her soul
I asked, “Little girl, what is wrong?”
I attempted again. “Little girl, you can tell me anything. I swear I won’t bite.”
She replied, almost whispering the words to my soul,
“You need to liberate me. I am stuck here in your system. Please.”
The impact of those words
Was as if a hammer landed
On the very artery that held my life together
“I wish I could. I wish I could.”
I replied back. It was only then I noticed
my own tears, running down my cheeks like a waterfall.
At that moment
My parents knocked on my door
And shouted “Time’s up!”
When I looked back at the girl
She was gone.
The window was open.
I wish I could find her again