Peel back the stress,

Dust off the sorrow.

I am the girl

That I will be tomorrow.

Excrete irrational worries,

Casually disgaurd all fears of defeat.

I am the girl

That everyone wants to meet.

Chop off my hair

Like I trimmed my insecurities.

I am the girl

Free of immaturity.

Remove the judgemental filter

That eperience so kindly provided.

I am the girl

That remains undecided.

Finally, expell all rememberance

of words that once taunted

And I will be the girl

undaunted.