Sat at the mirror,
Looking,
Just looking.
Thinking and wondering,
Hoping and wishing,
Covered in self pity
For the girl I see.
She lies, she cries
Hating what she sees,
Loathing what she has become
But something inside smiles.
The little girl, lost,
Glad to be growing up, finally.
But too much is happening;
Tears and laughter,
Such a combination,
A childhood lost is adulthood prospering.
