Looking in the Mirror

A girl trying to fit in before finding her place

Looking in the mirror
clear as day, I see
myself standing there,
expressionless.
Ready for my life
I'm dressed up,
 my mask is on
securely.

Walking with care,
trying to be normal,
thinking, my every move
determines what I'll be,
and if I'll make it
in this unusual world.

City streets, television,
my surroundings all conveyed
the image I "wanted" to be.
Defenseless, I fell for it.
The styles were popular
and desired by many.
Seemingly different,
I still tried.

A slippery slope
many fell in and got lost.
Abnormal of course,
I fought with every muscle
and fingernails too
and I got out of the crowd.

Wandering lost, while still dark
a hand pushed me right,
strangely now among a new crowd.
People cheering and joking,
drinking and smoking,
all good fun was here.

I didn't, couldn't question
for I just knew
I was meant to be here.
Newly awakened, I studied,
each person so different,
all unique and proud of it;
these hitchhikers took me in.

Never worried, nor scared
but living the way I should.
Each day treasured and spent
in beautiful new ways.
The days collided,
only eternity mattered.

I look in the mirror
ans see a happy girl
with memories
you wouldn't believe.
I did what I wanted
and spent each second
as its always my last.