Sabria West


Finding Myself


I look into the mirror, and see an image of a person, I have seen that person before, but don't know who she is, I try my hardest, to keep myself up right, but everyday is a struggle, to keep myself together, I see the girl in the mirror, but don't know who she is, she look like me, yea, but really, is nothing like me, I wish I could have my confidence back, to be able to be me, I wish I had my courage back, to stand up to my enemies, I want to be able to be me, I want to notice the girl in the mirror, I want to say that's me, I want to smile and laugh again, I want to be free, I hope that this day will come, I hope I get the chance, to know that is me in the mirror.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 21, 2014

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