Sometimes I spend long minutes
Staring at my reflection
Searching from my image
The answers to my questions
Who is the curiosity
That softly stares back at me?
As her gaze sweeps over me
I can feel her insecurities
Through the glass
Wonder what made her look at me like that
So scared and vulnerable
Afraid to look back at me
As if my opinion means everything
Who is this teenage girl
Confused and lost in the world?
Is she just like everyone else
Reading all day, dreaming of a kiss
Singing along to Billie Eilish
Who is this who longs to be accepted?
Will I ever find the answers
As I look into the glass
And does she ponder the same things
To what she sees when she looks back?