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