Looking into the mirror
What do I see?
Staring into the eyes of a girl
That I used to be

That scar from when I scabbed my knee
Riding bikes and playing rough with the boys
Always filled with endless energy
Never was afraid to make noise

Same straight brown hair
And hazel green eyes
Rosie cheeks and dimples
All of which are like mine

That girl in the mirror
Still has that twinkle in her eye
Still works hard in everything she does
And even still likes to wear tye dye

Who used to play outside until the sun sets
Watch Saturday morning cartoons with dad
When we grow up we miss the things
That once made us smile, the ones we once had.

I still see the same girl
When I look at myself
Just bigger and wiser
And not like everybody else

One memory I remember so distinctly
My first grade teacher telling me this
That I would grow up to be a writer
Those days I love to reminisce

When I look into the mirror
When I look at my reflection
I see myself, just as I am
I don’t need perfection.