Gazing in the mirror, she stood
One arm hung low, held tight on the wrist
by three fingers attached to the other.

As she gazed at her ever-changing reflection, she questioned
She wasn't sad or unwell,
but she knew from the depths of her vast, lonely heart Something was missing.

Although experience was lacking,
this girl was not naive.
Her eyes did not appear in the spotted mirror clouded by innocence.

Those empty eyes, however, were searching,
continuously grasping for that extra bit of life
she saw in those she most respected.

So for now she was trapped,
inside a dirty mirror of self doubt
and the moderate life of the suburban middle class.

Perhaps, as the eldest have always claimed,
Patience is the highest virtue.
Her eyes traveled from the large mirror to the clock on the wall.