Lost

Here she stands, a female creature
With an evidently tired yet attentive glance.
She struggles with her thoughts; her mind
All control is lost;she feels the elevating weakness

She wears a mask, trapped beneath the surface,
Creating what appears to her a perfect image.
But the "strong mask," is as a crystal;
Transparent and clear, she does not know.

She tries to grasp a reason; a purpose
She wonders why she is to blame.
Her thoughts collide; she is lost,
Deliberating life or death; she cant decide.

This feeling familiar, she remains afraid.
Again, it is something beyond her control.
Yet she hangs on, the "bar" merely a silhouette.
The "blisters" hurt; she may fall soon.

She cries for help; and reaches for it.
In response she receives unhappiness, contempt.
Again she questions why, when all she wants
Is comfort, encouragement; maybe love?

Her patience, with limit is running out;
As dull as a pencil yet too small to make sharp again.
She waits and waits for that one arrival;
The arrival of something different; something unexpected.