Mirror girl

I look in the mirror,
What do I see?
My cousins holding me up,
and smiling back at me.

A tiny girl so sweet and small,
oblivious to her surroundings.
Oh look at her tiny body,
Oh so precious and strong.
She will be so great one day.

I look in the mirror,
What do I see?
A little girl fearing the tub,
wishing it was a deep blue sea.

A little girl so whiny and fretfull,
afraid of what might happen when shes unavaliable.
Even a simple bath,
would send her bawling.
She will conquer her fears one day.

I look in the mirror,
What do I see?
An akward girl staring back at me.
She doesn't have a lot of friends,
and the ones she did have are against her now.

Just seven years old and confused and hurt,
who doesn't know what just happend.
She lost the only people who cared,
and now hears something about court charges.
She doesn't know what just happend,
But she can't help but wonder
Why her and not me?
She will find answers one day.

I look in the mirror,
What do I see?
A brand new pimple staring back at me.
I guess she can't have everything,
yet she wishes the screaming would stop.

An ambitous girl worn down and crying,
She tries to stay strong because crying is frowned apon.
She doesn't want to add to the flame,
So their she stares,
right back at the new found blemish.
She will make herself strong one day.

I look in the mirror,
What do I see?
A disgusted girl staring back at me.
She doesn't look like the other girls,
and wants so bad to just fit in.

A twelve year old girl none the less,
Just living in a body of mess.
She wants so bad to just be pretty,
She wants so bad to just have somebody.
She'll make peace one day.

I look in the mirror,
What do I see?
An anerexic body staring back at me.
No matter how thin she is,
She will always be that twelve year old.

Just thirteen years old,
With 132 cuts running her hands,
and no blood to show.
She looks skinny for once,
but the voices will never see.
One day, she will prove them wrong.

I look in the mirror,
What do I see?
A pair of hazel eyes staring back at me.
They glisten with contacts,
and a fresh coat of mascara.
Her hair is straight,
She finally found her place.

A not so small girl any more,
and she still smiles,
even through the lack of teethe.
And she still fears the simplest things.
She still questions,
and still has acne.
She still gets disgusted,
and still has 132 cuts on her fingers,
with some additional ones.

The diffrence now, is shes older.
She can handle life now.
She knows how to take the world in strides,
and move along the current.

Things change,
Even if it doesn't seem like it,
It's for the better.