She tried so hard to be different--
To be different is to matter--
She wasn't ever satisfied by
The plain face within the mirror.
Mascara, powder, fake visage,
The face, it's me, but still it isn't
It's an image of society
A world with me imprisoned in it
Bound by rules and codes and cliques
by who knows who and royalty
Tied down by social chess piece moves
Of prestige, prowess, seniority
Who will like me? Who will not?
Could I ignore things defined?
Social parading, masquerading,
Between fine lines of things confining
Stifled by the fear of judgment
Words to say but saying none
Halted by the very concept
Of messing up or speaking wrong.
And then one year the curtains rippled
The seams were split, a crack showed through
And with the light a novel thought
That those who matter thought I did too
So it came forth, music, bird-watching,
Nerdy, awkward, love of God,
Spontaneous bursting into song
Curtains open, covers drawn.
And so the mask was lifted
And the face now showing clearer
As the teenage girl now recognized
The face within the mirror.