I look at the girl in the mirror.
Is she really me? I wonder.
Is this how i'm supposed to be?
When i'm not a polished-up, cooler version of me?
No, I decide.
She's too weak. She probably wouldn't survive.
I need to be strong.
I neet to move on.
From things that hurt,
Things that burn..
I finally give a decisive shrug and walk off,
Pushing back the guilt inside, that the conversation had bought.
A few weeks later,
Past the mirror i walk.
This time, she's the one who talks.
She looks at the girl standing opposite her,
Sad, broken, crumpled and defeated in her heart..
"I thought you were strong."
She whispered to me..'
"Yeah, Maybe sometimes I'm just wrong,
And not who i'm supposed to be.."
She smiles and nods in agreement,
Her disappointment finally forgotten..
A smile appears in her cheeks round,
And she says-
"Its okay, don't let them break you down".
I look away, in shame.
Was this the person i'd given up to get popularity and fame?
Something gave way inside of me.
And proudly, I told her-
"Now i'm gonna be what I want to be."'
She smiles again and says-
Thats what i wanted you to realize for the past few days..
Don't be anyone but yourself,
Thats the best you can be..And in my heart, the truth of those words i felt.
I smiled and promised her never to be fake,
Never to hurt someone or be two-faced,
I'd finally accepted who i was
With all my perfections and my flaws..