I looked in the mirror today,
and I saw the door behind me.
I stared at that door,
confused.
I had closed it,
but now it's open.
I don't want people to see
my past.
I got up
and shut the door,
cutting myself off
from suppressed memories
that threaten to spill
out of me.
I looked back to the mirror.
I looked at myself.
My face had lost the little kid look,
and my features were more prominent.
I looked at my eyes,
and they haven't changed.
They're still the same hazel
that always lean towards blue.
They remind me of the little girl,
I once was.
Well i'm not that little girl anymore,
I got older,
and my past shouldn't bother me,
it's a lesson,
not a regret.
So why do I think it is?
Why can't I learn from it?
I stared in the mirror,
until my mind swirled with memories,
and my eyes filled with tears.
But I refuse to cry,
no more tears,
the past is the past
and I should just let it be.
There's no point in crying over it
if it's already done.
I got older,
and I need move on
into a new stage of my life,
and say goodbye
to the little girl I used to be.