The Lost Child

Who are you, my lovely child?

Standing naked before the mirror

And staring at imaginary flaws,

You caress in such a gentle touch.

However, you can't recognize.

You look lost. You seem teared

Inside that perfect shell and skull.

Contradiction it is, I thought.

Sanity in you has no sign of life.

Reason is buried under sorrows.

You keep fighting a delusive war,

Against a villain you can't crash.

If one the day you realize,

You can gather the broken shards

Of your own pieces and love

Yourself. Then you won't perish.

No more, please, no more lies

About your maturity and spirit.

It's indifferent. My child, move on.

Find your place and select a role.