Becoming Me

I was once a strong weak thing. I often looked in the mirror And asked who the girl staring back at me was. Was she strong, brave, and steadfast? Or was she weak, scared, and indecisive? For there were two girls That made up me. One was insecure and lonely. She cowered behind the protection Of a perfect, shining girl Who smiled at the world. The façade was perfect . So unfailing. The polished girl would forget about the terrified thing behind her Because she was ugly, small, and fragile The bright, confident girl that everyone saw overpowered her But sometimes, the pathetic creature would get in the way She would make it harder for the perfect girl to smile her plastic smile Sometimes, the perfect girl would trip over the other one She would stumble, And almost fall. She couldn’t let that happen. So the refined girl imprisoned the frightened girl behind walls of denial She refused to acknowledge the girl cowering behind the walls And she tried to forget there was a breathing, stinking thing inside of her That if released, would destroy her perfect image But the unsure, entombed little girl refused to be forgotten She would tap persistently on the walls surrounding her Small cracks would appear The poised, faultless girl was so proud That she didn’t notice The unattractive creature peeking at her Through the gaps Then one day That all changed The world tore apart Bitter tears sent the unsteady walls crumbling down And revealed the long forgotten, scared little girl waiting there She knew the walls would eventually collapse That she wouldn’t forever be a prisoner The two girls were still So still As they looked at each other And really saw one another The confident girl knew she couldn’t build a lasting prison For the ugly thing inside of her So instead of caging her again, They embraced And became one For the confident girl wasn’t so prideful And the ugly girl wasn’t so terrified And together They became Me.