I see a stranger that’s stranger than before

I see someone yearning, aching for more

I see someone scared, lost and alone

I see some searching and searching for home

…

A home that doesn’t exist

She’s banging on the glass with bloody fists

She’s mad , she’s wild .. she’s fucked up

She’s trapped , a prisoner, she is stuck

… staring at a image of herself

Wishing the the reflection would help