In the mirror,
There's a little girl,
She has dark brown hair,
And sad gray eyes.
She's been there for years.
Staring out at the world.
Crying when no one can hear.
Singing when no one is near.
No one sees her true self.
No one knows when she's truly happy,
Or when she's truly sad.
As the years go by,
The little girl stays the same.
She still has dark brown hair,
And sad gray eyes.
A she still stares out at the world.
She wishes to stay,
But also to leave.
How do I know this?
Easy.
That little girl,
Is me.
