Reflection.

I saw myself in the mirror

And thought, “Could I see myself any clearer?”

I stared hard at the girl opposite me;

Wondering who she would be.

Imagination has flooded her mind;

Fantasies and dreams that made her blind.

She thought she was strong but was meek;

She was trying but saw herself bleak.

She was materialistic and moody,

But was just as shy and friendly.

She was not a girl, and not yet a woman;

Though she did try, and to no avail, to become one.

She was blessed, yes,

And carried all the qualities a person should possess.

But her self began to wonder: Is this really me?

Or is there still a me that is there but I cannot yet see?

Was there another her inside her?

Or should she not question anymore and ponder?

Life was vast; full of secrets and mystery,

And the little girl in the mirror wanted life’s symmetry.