At sixteen years of age, in some ways I am not the girl I once was.
I am not the care-free little girl who had no qualms.
I am not the girl whom making friends was the easiest task in the world.
I am not as driven, or even as happy.
I find that I have lost sight of my dreams,
Still searching for the path that has now been hidden under heaps of discouragement and demotivation.
But in other equally significant ways, I am in fact still the same little girl.
I am the stubborn child who always wanted to do things her way;
The independent, ever imaginative being who would rather read a book than watch tv; and
I still have that same creative, wonder-filled, adventure-seeking spirit of my younger days.
There is still hope left I see, and
Even though I have momentarily lost my way,
There’s still light ahead for me to find again that path that leads me to accomplishing my innermost desires.