April 4, 2011
I am dreaming.
Dreaming of who I wish I was.
I look in my mirror and see a girl.
But this girl isn't me.
The girl I see in the mirror,
Is the girl
The rumors,
The talk,
The people of the world created for me.
But this isn't me.
My mirror shatters,
Then comes back new.
I see who I should be.
Who I truly am.
I see what only I see.
I see
Silent tears
But most importantly,
I just see me.

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