Tried to see what’s made of me, but nothing came so I wasn’t set free,

held hostage by my own self, I felt like nothing, no one could understand,

the struggle someone goes through when you don’t know yourself.

I was trapped in mind and couldn’t speak, felt like if I did I would mess up,

sometimes I went to sleep thinking who I wanted to be,

I was afraid of what people thought, if I was good enough, pretty, smart, to be a part of what they wanted me to be.

I would look back and see how many people only cared about what’s on the outside, but as I was trapped I realized the one person I was most afraid of,

was the one that stared back at me,

the one in the mirror.