There was a little girl in my colorful bedroom

Staring at herself in the full-length mirror

I wondered, who could this be?

Had my sister let in some stranger again?

I stepped closer to this girl

Noticing the different details about her

How vibrant of a pink her dress was

How her eyes resembled the color of the ocean

How her hair was the most beautiful chestnut I’d ever seen

It was only when I came to look very closely

That I saw tears streaming down her face

Tears vivid and pure as her soul

I asked, “Little girl, what is wrong?”

No answer.

I attempted again. “Little girl, you can tell me anything. I swear I won’t bite.”

She replied, almost whispering the words to my soul, 

“You need to liberate me. I am stuck here in your system. Please.”

The impact of those words 

Was as if a hammer landed

On the very artery that held my life together

“I wish I could. I wish I could.”

I replied back. It was only then I noticed

my own tears, running down my cheeks like a waterfall.

At that moment

My parents knocked on my door

And shouted “Time’s up!”

When I looked back at the girl

She was gone.

The window was open.

I wish I could find her again