Fish

She's a candle with both ends burning.
She burns too hot, until she's burnt out.

She stands on a cliff where the earth is crumbling;
there is quicksand below.

She's running, she was born to run far and away
She's exhausted because it's been years.

Path after path none of them are the right ones and none of them lead home.
She never really did feel at home anywhere.

She's lost;  turning and turning until everything blurs together.
She's spinning wildly. She turns to no one at all.

She see's the perfect sky and the perfect earth and she knows she is perfectly inept and perfectly stuck in a place she can't appreciate because she is in fact imperfect.

A beautiful creature.
A beautiful fish with languid, gossamer, fins that long for the endless, caress of the ocean,
but it's not the ocean at all it's a four sided, glass prison where everyone is watching.

She can't escape.