There once was a girl who thought she was alone. With a broken heart her blanket. She realized it was covered with thorns. Without it she felt isolated and cold. In damp clothes she needed shelter. No one to help her feel better. Not recognizing her own reflection. Time and healing she needed direction. Hard on herself she broke into tears. Picking the pieces she hid for years. No longer pretending how she feels. Facing her obstacles without any fear. Loving the person she sees in the mirror. Wishing she believed in herself after all these years. A life of self pity is not the way. Telling herself it will be okay. That she’s more stronger than she thought anyway. Just needed to get out of her own way. So she could be the person she is today.