What do you see when you look in the mirror?
Do you see the person you want to be?
I see that person sometimes
And other times, I just see me
In truth, I am what most can't see
An older girl trapped in this young body
Childish when the situation calls for nothing more
And mature in the most serious of situations
The person I see truly exists
Only, she knows no home to reality
She has all the qualities I wish to have
And the life I wish to live
But, for now
She's just an image on the other side of the glass