As I look into the mirror I see
Layers of self forever unfolding
Me is not at all what I used to be
A newer me always to be molding
As I look I see a me. Five or six
With dark curled tresses so wild and free
Like how an antelope prances and skips
Who doesn’t speak to anyone but me
Then in a quick glance the image has changed
A girl of ten who’s developed a way
To find interest in things in every range
Who promises that it will never decay
Me at fourteen feels so very surreal
The changes wont stop they will never seal
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