She had a mirror with a fluorescent scar,
A tiny fraction of her mind displayed on a star.
She was scared and confused like no other,
wishing she could see her mother.

Putrid air in a damp alley, fuming angrily
Hilrien hurry, stake's on your vitality.
City streets near highways of lethality,
Abandoned corners on her mind's vast mentality.

She searched high and low with a broken mirror in tow.
Called out many a times, only to be met with a no.
Hilrien slow down, your heart is aching, surely you most know.
Listen, obey and hear the cacophony of your mind's woe.

She screams refusal, it echoes through the halls,
Reverberating through her soul's walls.
Hilrien had a mirror and a heart, presented with a call
Displayed for all to see, on a vast white shawl.

Hilrien has a mirror and a blank stare,
she is dancing in her past without a care.
Resigned in a pool of emptiness with a heart case
Wishing she had a purpose to chase.