An Image Of Me

I look in the mirror, and what do I see?
I see a child 
Standing there looking at me
With eyes filled with innocence
Wondering what she could be

I look in the mirror, and what do I see?
I see a girl in a world
Full of uncertainties
Of illusion, confusion
And often misery

A lost soul grasping
For a link to security
Where beauty is found within
And is admired with sincerity

 
I look in the mirror, and what do I see?
I see a mirage of perfection
To gain popularity
To be envied and desired
With a happiness found in fantasy

A wisher wishing 
To be all she wished to be?
If only she had the birth-right
Alluring grace, or personality

 
A dreamer dreaming
Of some kind of unity?
With that which is strong
Driven only by honesty

 
I look in the mirror, so what do I see?
I see a wall of excuses
Raised to shield from tragedy
Safely hidden in the crowds
From the danger: INDEPENDENCY

So now, 
I look in the mirror, and finally see
A promising future
Filled with grand possibilities
Of love, hope and bliss 
Of peace of mind and purity
If I just look in the mirror 
And see only me