I just cannot morph into who I want to be
My soul is shifting into a shape dark and ugly
Instead of a reflection brimming with affection unsaid
I am becoming the opposite of who I am in my head

I hate the girl I see staring back with anger
Storms brewing in the eyes of this sudden stranger
Attempting to come up with an answer to my endless "Why?"
Never find an answer, yet I continue to try

One day the mirror will show not hurt but happiness
Love painted on my face, instead of distress
Come hell or high water I will have to be strong
I will be reborn, the me hiding inside all along.