I dont know myself anymore.
Its crazy to think that,
Almost every minute,
And every second
Is just a big show.
The laughing,
The smiles,
The sarcasm,
Is that really me?
Who am I?
I walk past a mirror
I stop and look,
To see a new person
I didn't know last year.
Why do we change?
Are we always in some phase?
I study my face.
I never thought
I would become this girl.
We simply cannot
Just stop from becoming older
And blossoming
Into a new being.
Yet feel so young.
I want to hold on.
My memories keep me sane,
From the madness of myself.
Always changing.
Always growing.
Gaining new opinions.
I think of me.
Then I think of what you see.
And my mind goes blank.
You might be questioning too,
what i think of you.
Do you know yourself?
Does anyone their full self?
What you will  be like
One,
Five,
Ten,
Twenty years from now?
The answer is no.
But one thing i do know,
We are all good at heart.
But we change,
We adapt to the circumstances
That we are either
blessed into,
Or cursed into.
Its all a big gamble on who we are.
Who we become.
What we like
Or dislike.
I look at the girl once more.
I study her intensly.
That image now burned
Into my mind,
Into my heart.
I leave the mirror
And walk on my path.
Knowing that I will never see
That exact same girl
Ever again.
But i will always remember.
So please don't forget
The person you are
Or that little girl
You saw in the mirror.
Because she may be disapointed,
To see who she now is now.