Please Let Go

When I look in the mirror, 
what do I see?
But a growing woman standing 
infront of me.
Not the kind my parent's want 
me to be.
I wish to just be myself,
but my mother just goes and
says "No."
She says it's not "lady-like",
and inside my mind I can only say, "so?"
To me I don't wish to be molded into 
someone I am not.
But I keep having this little thought.
Why doesn't she just let go?
Just allot everything of the past to fade.
For I am no longer the little girl I used to be.
People need to see that the innocence is long gone.
Little is left inside this empty shell from,
losing most of my feelings.
So just let me go, the innocent one/me is no more,
deep inside she is all torn.
Who knows she may never be born again.