A troubled teen, she wonders the streets-

a paint can in her hand.

She wants someone to notice her.

She wants someone to value her.

So, she will relieve her value from afar.

In the middle of her artwork, amongst the cities canvas, comes a cop car on patrol staking out a scene.

Her hood is up and she’s in the zone when she hears, “Hands up!”

Dressed in black, she drops the can and takes off sprinting down the block.

Fear has found her.

If she gets caught, it will be her death.

How will she be found without her art?

Who will see her pain?

As she runs through the streets she stops to hear her heart beat.

She turns around and who does she see but herself in a shattered mirror.

When had she become broken and as if her life was a dream?

The cop is now reflected in the mirror as he yells, “Freeze!”

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