when I look into a mirror, this is what I see,
my reflection staring back at me.
She has brown eyes and short brown hair,
doesn't like the way she appears.
She understands it's just a phase,
and decides to love herself anyway.
She realizes that it's just the surface
but she has much more to offer than that,
so she takes another look.
There was a light in her eye,a gleam in her smile
a dimple upon her cheek,
she opened her mouth to speak
and said, "well, this is me."

I'm a 25 year old mother,
I may not come off very friendly
but actually, I care genuinely.
I don't have many friends that I see
instead, I stay at home with my 3.
you will often hear me laughing,the best home remedy. When my patience gets tested
and I start to lose my cool
I breathe, and remember my philosophy,
laugh with the chaos,
be stern when need be,
never allow something so petty
be the reason you go crazy.

Sometimes, I have low self esteem.
Always seeing someone who is better than me,
but I know if I look deeper,
a stronger girl is trying to break free.
I built walls up,
I can't find a door with the key.
Feeling trapped and guarded inside,
I allow others just to trample on me.

When I go outside, I hope that it's raining,
The weather,it's so refreshing.
I feel at peace,
I plan to get my life together as we speak.
Some may think I'm a storm waiting to happen.
However,what they don't see,
my storm has already started,
these are the pieces of the remaining me.