Dreams Linger......

Small little moppet, you little head case
what dreams still linger that you dare to chase?

In the dimly lit, powder room mirror
you long for the past but your eyes see clearer

your once shiny hair, and shimmering eyes
are a thing of the past like distant good byes

You try but are unable to carefully trace
the memories that match all of the lines on your face

You think stigma surrounds you with each turned head

Anxiety bleeds from your pores - you're one step ahead

Be proud of yourself unique as you are -
you are a wish someone made on a luminous star