Cassandra Marshall-Steward Remains Sometimes at night I lie awake Unable to sleep. The darkness seeps into the cracks of my mind; Infesting it with thoughts and questions of myself. I question my sanity As I lay there in the dark alone with my fears. Am I insane that I see and hear demons who really don't exist? Are the fears I have much too quaint? These are the thoughts That crawl through my mind. But still there is more Questioning my sanity. Am I really all that they say I am? Who am I really? I look at the reflection poised in the mirror. I stare deep into the eyes of the person absorbed in the mirror. What I see there in her soul Does not make my fears cease at all. What I see is a broken down girl afraid of how the world judges her. I see it there etched into her being. So she locks her soul away Keeping herself sheltered. She keeps herself sheltered From a hopeless dream of perfection. So that her soul shall never shatter Again and be left with nothing. I see a person who cares greatly About the surrounding world. The kindness is entwined to Her being. The love burns throughout All that she is. I can see she would do everything It takes to make her loved ones happy. Even if it withers away her soul, She doesn't pay no mind. I know she sits there each day Not caring that Her soul is slowly withering into dust. Or that the remaining ashes Of her withering soul Are fading away into the wind. Each day she lies there Unable to sleep, Afraid of what may become of her. Faking a pretty smile to get by each day. She holds on to her love and kindness That still remains within Her heart and soul.