Those days I look in the mirror,
I see a little girl starring back at me,
with a face full of joy,
and a grin from ear to ear.
I look at her and see her past,
the trips and ice creams with here mom and dad,
the special memories that cant be replaced,
and thats when I realize.
The little girl I`m staring at is me,
or at least who I used to be,
smiling and giggling without a care,
being scared of monsters and bears.
Everyday I wish I could be her again,
go back into the past,
back when my only pain was scrapes nd bruises,
and could easily be fixed with special kisses.
Dolls and rocks were my collections,
secrets were kept with a ' cross my heart ',
everyone was friends with each other,
and the only thing that mattered was being happy.
Growing up we've all seen a lot,
from school shootings to the twin towers falling,
and we try to remember back when we were little,
when nothing like that would happen.
Everyday the world is changing,
and more and more people from violence,
the world is becoming a terrible place,
and we cant even see that we're doing it.
Ten years ago when I was six,
life seemed so much more happy,
these last six years a lot has changed,
and so have I.
I cant decide if I grew up or not,
maybe I`m really just that same little girl,
or maybe I`m the young woman I see today,
or maybe I`m both of them.
The little girl that still loves rocks,
the little girl who still talks to mommy and daddy,
the little girl who wants to change the world,
and the little girl whose still growing up.
Yet also the young woman who CAN change the world,
the young woman who knows wrong from right,
the young woman that wears more tight fitting stuff,
the young woman who feels so much pain.
I am both of those people and more,
I am the baby I was 16 years ago,
I am the infant that loved dolls,
I am the preteen that loved skulls,
and I am the young woman who can change the world.
