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Me in the Mirror
Sydney, Age 12, Vernon, BC

Yesterday I looked in the mirror
and I only saw me.
Young alone, sad and striving to be free.
I frowned, turned away mad for being me.
Why couldn't I be someone else instead of me?
Always picked last even when I'm first.
I felt this way inside in a way I can't confide.
Today I looked in the mirror,
my hair was still frizzy, my braces were still there,
and it was still me.
But instead of being mad I loved that I was me.

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