My feet are a little unsteady,
As I move silently towards it.
Today I'm feeling a little bit more like...
Me.
The younger me.
The one that stood tall no matter what happened.
The one that was not ashamed of herself.
Some days, I'm afraid I forgot about her.
I can remember her  huge smile. I can also remember the gap in between her front teeth. Her imperfect body.
Her messy curly hair.
I don't know when I started holding my breath. I'm shaking.
Perhaps, I've been doing it for a while now.
Wild brown eyes stare back at me. She's not there.
I'm not her anymore.
These new eyes look scared, defeated.
She looks tired. Has she slept through the night? Has she had any nightmares today?
Where's her will to live gone to?
Why is she so afraid of the world?
I don't wanna look at her.
She's hurting.
She's fighting a war within her own mind.
I close my eyes, wishing she was different.
Maybe, just maybe, she could fit in.