I’m so tired of pretending,
living the life of a girl
that was never me.
But it’s hard shedding that skin
because it’s wound tightly
and it won’t let me breathe.
I don’t recognize the face
I see in the mirror anymore;
it’s an ugly reflection.
Get behind the glass please.
Stop telling me that is
all I will ever be.
Step back so I can see
the real me in all her glory
and timeless beauty.