This person in the mirror
was distorted
only hurting
but now I've come clear
Not the same as back then
just your imagination
that I'm the same little girl
who you got and
I don't need your shoulder or your crude remarks
you have your own tears to cry
You can't be my mind or my heart
but I got myself this far
I got myself to see
I can't be the little girl
that you always dreamed
I want my heart and my mind
to belong to me
It took long enough to see
the beauty that is me
the transforming
the unfolding
love within my reach
still you see all that I was
you don't see what I've become
it's okay
I like the person in front of me
You don't have to love me
I'll leave that to me
Comments
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Hmmmm...? I wonder if this is written to a parent, a boyfriend? If it to a parent you will always be their "little girl". I like the honesty of this piece. It is wonderful that you know how to love yourself because this is so important. Nice poem!
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