The Girl

Just a little poem about a girl who is ambitious but sometimes her, and others, put too much stress on her.

She 

was only a girl

with a dream

to do the things

that only the lucky and rich

got to fulfill.

She

was only a girl

who wanted to be free

even though everyone

was stuck in chains

and wanted to follow her own path.

She 

was only a girl

living in a small town

near a small city

with dreams

of touching a skyscraper.

She 

was only a girl

who's mind

expanded by the second

inhaling her surrounding

organizing them how she pleased.

She

was only a girl

that looked at 

a sunset

and noticed the birds

looking off into the distance, too.

She

was only a girl.

A cup

standing still

letting others fill her

all the way up to the top.

She 

was only a girl.

When will she overflow?