When I look in the mirror

when I look into the mirror I don't see the real me anymore. I can barely look at myself as it is. I'm not the same person I was a year ago, heck even a day ago. I'm changing every single day, as I'm growing and growing. But is the growing really leading me to a good place? I ask myself this everyday, "Who am i anymore?" 

I'm not the same little girl, with bright eyes and hope for a better future. I lost all of that hope awhile ago.

This poem is about: 
Me

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