Upon reflection a smile brims on her face. She sees the world through tainted eyes that no one will ever embrace. Fantasy, dolls, linen and lace. Everything's so perfect, there nothing to take. How lovely am I to live in such grace. Such a sweet girl she must be seven or eight. Vibrant colours etched in her mind. She sees only one thing at any given time. The world is  perfect so she dances about. A thunder cloud snaps and she begins to come out. That's okay it's medication time and the ward is giving them out.