Unconsciously or uncaringly discarding her cares like waste
Unable to admit it; but always responding with reasons not to
Always flipping but she's tired of spinning,
Waiting, staring at the time capsule trapped within a reflection
Time spilled upon the table and upon the floor into haphazard directions
Always second choice, second best or second rate
Viewed as wanting too much—she’s unable to be seasoned to his desired taste
Every struggle is a test? Or tested to see how long the struggle will persist?
But then new, more prominent entries are placed onto his list
Items like her shift down like the cells in Excel
Didn’t know breath was being held, so now there is the waiting to exhale
Thinking of her growth, thinking she will prevail
But in actuality, the plan in totality has failed
The car has derailed
Only reasons to distract
Ready to create and manipulate whenever the train is ready to switch tracks
So she will turn around and return to the top
Whether it is unconscious or uncaring, she knows it has got to stop
Be ready to address it with only the right reasons to
Stop the spinning and the flipping,
Because the mirror’s reflection is just You
Make good on the things you once planned to do
So that the many concerns will be reduced to a few
Know the character changes are for real-- not a sample
Show her that you're here, you hear, and who she is to you is ample
She’s tired of collecting dust like an old nick-knack on a mantle
Accept her as she is because the rejection leaves her trampled