She was once their little princess.

I kick off the thick fleecy duvet,

and I feel the rush of wind hit my twisted and turned body.

With my distress of mind,

I race out of my bed and the floor is frosty.

As I look in the mirror,

all my mystifying thoughts gather with worry in my eyes.

What happened to the amiable little girl in the picture they all ask,

my eyes darken as their words break my heart.

I feel empty and broken but I refuse to give in,

and show them the satisfaction of my weakness.

I say I am fine but my mind begs to differ,

I snap with every word they utter.

I am meant to be their light in the darkness,

but they have become my nightmare in the dark.

I can only hope they do not haunt me with guilt in their eyes.

As my eyes glaze over my reflection,

all I see is an ineffective girl that once meant the world to them.

All I see is disappointment in their eyes,

which was once filled with joy and excitement.

They say they love me,

but I can feel we share the same emptiness.

They say life is like a butterfly;

sometimes take a rest,

but never forget how to fly.

My wings are broken so how am I suppose to fly.