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