She looks in the reflection to ask for a meaning to it all for it was not all her fault for the failures she caused. She did not ask to born of this memory a nightmare to be fused inside her head a lifetime of misery. Voices beginning to speak while pointing thier fingers her mind is weiry fragile and very weak. What simple task could cause such shame leaving a trace of bitterness and pain. Her spirit is given no cause for delight and her souls existence a tattered sight. Her hands are filled with salted tears for the sound of laughter no one hears. The soles of her feet are no longer soft to touch for the journey they've carried has made them as such. With the force of air she is thrown down her body tiredly lays on the ground. She rises only to fall for the path that she has chosen she cannot recall. For each moment she secretly lives guilt is thought she cannot forgive.