Back in the mirror
I see a stranger.
New makeup,
New clothes,
New hair.
A totally different person,
And yet, it is still me.

Helpless, hopeless.
Just a grain of sand on a beach,
Another star in the sky,
A girl in a big school.

Unknown, unseen.
And yet, I see all of the corruption,
wriggling its way into the lives of students.
I see those who are insecure, uncomfortable,
dying to fit in.
I am content,
With who I am and how I look.
Why should I change myself for them?
Who gives tem the power to pick at my life like maggots, who rip apart the flesh of rotting corpses buried in the cold hard ground?
As I look at those desperate to be popular,
I get the feeling of content.

Looking back at the mirror,
Back at that stranger,
I think about what I have become,
And for who?