Her sweet sixteen

She caresses her face
in the intricate oval mirror
looking out through those blue eyes, is a camouflaged tear.

She looks at her tear
sitting on her fingertip
looking back at the mirror
shes wondering if they'll ever quit.

A beautiful party dress
for a perfect sixteenth candle
but nobody acknowledges
the misery she can't handle.

She sits down
to open each present with care
revealing the first box
this present is her despair.

She sets that one down
and opens the next
and what she finds is
so perplexed.

Deep within this shallow box
lays a container of used before locks.

Each lock was changed upon her heart, a reminder of what she couldn't start.

The next box is a light pale cream
and deep inside, it holds her screams.

She picks up a present
which requires a key
and deep inside lays her agony.

A taunting present
which looks old with years
she opens it up
to find all of her tears.

She finds a single card
which says, kiss me before my lips belong to someone sinister, kiss me like you kissed me when we were both immature.

Now she encounters
visions of her caused pain
how he hurt her so deeply
she'll never be the same.

She looks at her tear
sitting on her fingertip
looking back at the mirror
shes wondering if they'll ever quit.