she
          stands in front of the mirror
          hands shaking
          her reflection
is
          not defined as 'beautiful'
          her standards are too high
          she has
an
          eating disorder
          she thinks she's fine
          but she's not
          soon an
angel
          will come
          to take her away
          an angel with beauty
that
          astounds even God
          just like 'her'
          only whole
          she
doesn't
          see the pain she causes herself or others
          she wants to be beautiful
          she doesn't
need
          all this pain and suffering
          to keep her demons away
          she needs
wings
          and a prayer
          what she needs
          she doesn't get.
To
          be happy
          she needs to be somewhere else
          she needs to
fly.