When I look in the mirror, I do not recognize the girl staring back at me,

With her wide brown eyes, and long straight hair she doesn’t know who to be

Society is telling her to be the perfect child

With good grades, always a smile

But this is a girl, not a toy,

She should not just be there to please some boy

She has feelings, talents, and desires

She doesn’t want to care about her attire

But she hides beneath her invisible cloak

Underneath her cheeks begin to be soaked

She is scared, that girl in the mirror

But she thought her path could not be clearer

The media tells her how to dress, and act and be

But then those girls will never be free

They will always feel like they are bound

To the way that girls should always be found

The girl in the mirror wants to take off her invisible cloak

Ready to take on her enemies that hide in smoke

She wants to be good at science and math

But believes the people that say that girls are bad at that

So instead of showing her true self

She crawls back into the familiar, constricting, confining cocoon

Wondering if girls will ever go to the moon

Girls are afraid to show their true selves

They put their personalities away on shelves

That girl in the mirror, she is not me

She will never be free

Unless she can take off her invisible cloak

And wipe of the tears that her cheeks are soaked

The day that girls stop hiding

It won’t even matter if the sun is shining