My voice used to seem
Too grown up when I sang
I'd look in the mirror
See the lips move
And still not believe it was me.
I'd look in the mirror
And see my body
So different than it looks
In my imagination
I wouldn't believe
It was me.
The girl in my head
Never seemed to be
The girl you saw
Daily, this dissonance
Left me grasping
For who I really was
The one I see
Or the one you do.

I've long since matured enough
So that my voice
Fits my throat and my
Body fits my brain's image
But still the habit
Of spewing random
Information about myself
Remained to remind
Both you and me
Who I really am.