(Superwoman, I suppose.)
She saw so many sad people around her
And she was determined to save them.
She tried. She really did.
She went around to everyone and complimented them
Reminded them of their worth,
Reached out to them desperately in every way,
Yet most of the time, it did not work.
She was so easily frustrated with herself when
She could not do it.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who felt she was
She had been sad before, but nothing
Could’ve prepared her for this.
She had been given so many opportunities
But she did nothing but waste them.
Selfish. Ungrateful. Lazy.
She couldn’t recover, couldn’t get over it.
It was so very difficult to get back up again.
Finally, she understood how the citizens had felt.
She was not Superwoman. She was not even Supergirl.
She was nothing at all.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who knew she was growing.