Reflection

I didn't recognize a person in a familiar crowd today.

She seemed like she was full of secrets

that even she's not aware of.

She's grown tired of listening to 

what others want her to be.

Who does she want to become?

I don't think she quite knows.

She grasps desperately for an idea,

a single thought of what she might want.

She's in a place

that she gets lost in.

I'm afraid that she'll sink back into

a state that she never wants to go back to.

I hope to find her,

hope to help her,

hope to guide her to a way

that she can settle into 

as if it were her own skin.