I hate the lady in the mirror
The woman looking back at me
Where did she get lost along the way
To becoming me.
I really hate to be like this
I don’t know why I am
I’ve always questioned everything...
Including who I am.
I wish that I was happy, confident and free
I wish that I was intelligent, witty and filled with glee
But I can wish all I want and I can hope for change
But inside my heart I know
I will always be the same.