This Girl

When I look in the mirror

what do I see?

It’s just a girl,

but this girl is me.

Without a phone or good lighting

hair pulled back

in a messy bun,

eyes are not hiding

behind the liner that’s black,

Lips chapped and cracked

with no gloss or paint,

She looks anything but great.

This girl is terrified.

Ask the world,

thats not what they see.

They just see a girl,

and this girl is me.

They see success

in the eyes of a child.

A future,

that holds possibilities.

They can see

what is really there.

My looks,

don’t define me.

All they do is hide me.

I’ll show the world

that this girl

is the real me.