Complications
In a world filled with changes
each and every day..
I feel I’m being judged
for what I do n say..
I remember back to Barbies
and play days at the park..
When I didn’t worry about
other people’s remarks..
Now lookin in the mirror
I see to my surprise..
A completely different person
staring in my eyes..
The care free little girl
I saw at 4 and 5..
Is now becoming a teen..
Just trying to survive...
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