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Who Am I?
I stare into the mirror
 I see a girl
 A simple girl
 A teenage girl
 A girl that has many friends
 A girl that has a life
 A girl that was just me
 
 I look at myself
 I scan my body
 Nice curves
 Thin but not too thin legs
 Arm that had a bit of muscle
 A round face
 
 My face
 The blue eyes
 The blond hair
 The rosy cheeks
 The small nose
 The lipstick stained lips
 
 I looked at all of this
 I thought to myself
 I look good
 I am beautiful
 I make a good impression
 
 What I didn’t see
 Was the girl
 The girl I used to be
 That little girl
 That girl that learned to walk
 Learned to run
 
 She was so small
 So naive
 She let her blond curls hang
 Her clothes were a variety
 of pink and purples
 Mainly dresses
 But fashion didn’t matter to her
 
 She was always smiling
 Always having fun
 She was always laughing
 Never had a dull moment
 A zoo was a new world
 Everything was so big
 Everything was intriguing
 A new world to explore
 
 I looked for her in me
 She had deep blue eyes
 One of her best features
 A spark of life
 That white cloud on a rainy day
 Her eyes were her prize
 Her trophy for being so nice
 My eyes were a dull pale blue
 Nearly gray
 A few flecks of the deep blue
 A few bits of me that still had fun
 
 I looked for her smile
 It was so beautiful
 White and shining
 Always glowing
 She never put it away
 I looked at my mouth
 My lips were stained red
 She was proud of her lips
 But I wasn’t
 I forced a smile
 It looked horrible
 But to anyone else, it was nice
 That was how I smiled now
 
 I looked for her blond curls
 They just hung there
 Making her face seem so perfect
 The red bow on the cake
 She liked wearing red bows
 I took my hair in my hand
 I had straightened it
 Not a curl left
 They wouldn’t be back till tomorrow
 Or if I showered
 But they wouldn’t be the same
 Mine would just make me feel weird
 I was ashamed of them
 When I wasn’t, they hid me
 Hid my face
 I never thought my face was perfect
 
 Her nose and cheeks were beautiful
 They were full of life
 Rosy cheeks and a little nose
 Perfect for a little girl
 Now they made me feel immature
 Or rather different
 I always seemed to be blushing
 Because of my cheeks
 My nose felt too small
 Not a nice feature at all
 
 I listened for her laugh
 It was so pretty
 It lit up her face
 And made her smile
 The laugh encouraged others
 It was contagious
 It spread joy very quickly
 I tried to laugh
 My smile came
 It still wasn’t as beautiful as hers
 My laugh was broken
 Not enough to spread joy
 It wasn’t contagious
 It was embarrassing
 I hardly laughed and rarely
 Naturally smiled anymore
 
 I wished that little girl
 Would come back
 Where had she gone?
 What happened to her?
 Why hadn’t I noticed?
 When did this happen?
 Why did she leave me?
 
 I stared back at the mirror
 There she was next to me
 She was wearing a red bow
 Her blond curls at her side
 The nose was perfect for her face
 A blue and green dress
 Adorned her body
 Her rosy cheeks were
 A nice compliment to it
 Her deep blue eyes
 Couldn’t be compared
 To the dress,
 The ocean,
 Anything
 They shamed the blue dress
 
 She was looking up at me
 It seemed like she was looking
 At my soul
 I started crying
 I hadn’t seen this girl in a while
 I hadn’t felt the joy that she carried
 In a long time
 I bent down to her eye level
 She wasn’t just in the mirror anymore
 She was here in real life
 I wondered if I was dreaming
 
 “Why are you here?”
 I asked through tears
 “Don’t you remember?
 You wished me here.”
 Her voice was so soft
 She was probably five
 “Where did you go?”
 “What do you mean?”
 “I haven’t seen you in me.
 I haven’t been you for. . .
 When did I lose you?”
 “You never lost me.”
 “Yes I did.”
 “No, you didn’t.”
 “Then what happened to you.”
 “You don’t remember?”
 “Remember what?”
 “The day I died.”
 
 She had died?
 “You died?”
 “Yes. Surely you
 remember May 7.”
 “May 7?”
 “Four years ago?”
 “Oh. I try to push
 that out of my mind.
 You can’t remember it.
 Can you?”
 “Yes. I can. Would you like to 
 remember, or must I tell you.”
 “No, I’ll remember it.”
 
 May 7 was the day Trevor dumped me
 Trevor, my first boyfriend
 The man I first loved
 Who I thought I would love forever
 A man that changed my life
 
 He loved me
 He wanted me
 And I wanted him
 He made me feel complete
 He was my sun
 
 My life was happier in those days
 I actually smiled
 I did it often and beautifully
 Sometimes I would smile
 Just because I thought of him
 Occasionally I would laugh
 At something he said earlier
 I was actually happy
 My eyes were still a deep blue
 And I used to see myself glow
 After being with him
 In those days, I did focus
 On my appearance, but
 I felt so beautiful around him
 I barely even wore makeup
 
 May 7 was the worst day
 We met at our spot in the park
 We had first met on a bench
 By accident and it grew from there
 So we met and we talked
 There was a lot of tension
 In the air
 Once he finally broke it off
 He just left me
 Storm clouds had gathered
 And it started raining
 As he walked away
 He took the sunshine
 He took the glow
 He took my heart
 He left me standing in the rain
 
 I missed him deeply
 In the week that followed
 It seemed like there was
 No sun those days
 It seemed like it was
 Raining constantly
 Even if the weather wasn’t
 Like that, my mind made me
 Believe it was
 I kept going back to that spot
 Reliving the memory
 Watching him walking away
 And wishing he would turn
 Around.
 He never did
 I was always left
 At our spot
 Standing in the rain
 
 Eventually, I met another boy
 Ironically at the same park
 He was a nice friend
 I never thought of him
 More than that
 I had been broken before
 I didn’t need to be again
 
 I had changed my appearance
 Trying to leave behind the
 Girl that loved Trevor
 Apparently I had also lost myself
 Lost that innocent little girl
 She died from the breakup
 A terrible consequence
 Of a stupid boy’s decision
 
 “I’m so sorry.”
 “Don’t be. I’ve moved on.
 Now you need to.”
 “I don’t know how.”
 “Yes you do. You and I 
 both know how.”
 “Yes I know. I’m just
 so scared to.”
 “Don’t be. I’ll be right
 here until you get on
 the right path.”
 I sat down on my bed
 And she hopped up
 Next to me
 I closed my eyes
 And took a deep breath
 It had been so long
 It had been too long
 I took out my cellphone
 “Hey Devon. I got a 
 question for you.
 You free on Friday?”

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