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Mirror, Mirror


 

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Who will I be when I am big and tall?

 

Will I be a doctor, a singer, a lawyer, a princess?

All I can see is a shy young girl; a beautiful mess.

When I was ten, I would dream of who I would grow up to be.

I never thought I would grow and leave.

 

Will I speak up?

Will my voice be louder than a hiccup?

Will  I break free of my shell?

What if I grow up only to fail?

 

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Who will I be when I am big and tall?

 

I am unique.

I am distinct.

I can be anything I want to be.

I am free to choose to be me.

 

 

Now I am not little anymore

Expressing myself is no longer a dreaded chore

While growing up, I found my voice.

I realized that I have a choice.

 

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

I am no longer shy and small. 

 

Soon I will leave my sweet and safe home.

Outside there is a huge universe to roam.

I am a dreamer.  I am  a schemer. 

But most of all, I am a believer.

 

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

I am no longer shy and small. 

 

Along the way I found myself

Through all the curveballs this crazy life has dealt.

It is almost time to leave the nest.

I am ready to fly and try my best.

 

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Do you recognize me at all?

 

I am all grown up, but I am still me.

Inside is the little girl you use to see. 

Now I am older with bigger dreams.

I am prepared to join the adult team. 

 

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Get ready for college next fall.

 
 
 
 
 
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