Perfect

Walking into the room I see something.
It's a mirror,
Standing all alone amongst the dust,
Its surface shines like a new coin.

Walking closer I see myself follow.
Only its not me.
Not really.
She looks and talks like me, but she isn't.

Staring into that lone mirror,
I see my life start to flash like an old movie.
Running, playing, moving, growing.
All the major events flash before my eyes.

In each of the scenes though,
There is one constant.
While everything else is in vibrant color,
I'm simply stuck in shades of gray.

I see myself laughing and smiling,
I look so happy and like a regular child.
But I know the truth.
I didn't feel like I belonged.

I don't know what really lead to it,
But I began to hide who I was.
Instead of embracing me,
I hid her away to become what others wanted.

I began to doubt who I really was.
To busy worrying how to portray myself
People made fun of me for many things.
I became a sheep to try and please them.

The girl in the mirror starts to slump,
Almost as if an unimaginable weight was on her.
Eyes once full of life and love,
Dimmed to mere pools of misery and listlessness.

While she started to slump,
I felt myself start to tremble.
All the put downs, the taunts I saw happen,
Seeing how I had handled them angered me.

As my resolve strengthened,
So did the girl in the mirror.
When we got to my freshmen year,
The girl in the scenes started to gain color.

No longer was she just gray and lifeless,
She started to truly let herself shine through.
No longer did she hide,
She had just stopped caring what society thought.

All of a sudden all the scenes just vanished!
All that was left was me.
Standing alone in a room full of dust,
But I was glowing.

The fire in my eyes showed me who I am.
I may not be perfect,
No one really is.
But I'm perfectly me.