She
A small girl with braids in her hair
She did what she loved and she didn't care
What anyone thought, said, or did
About who she was, she was a kid
But soon she found out that as she grew
She started to lose sight of who
She was and what she wanted to be
But clever and hopeful and bright was she
And soon she herself was a woman like her mother
Who had told her she was not like any other
But she was blind to her own successes
All she could she was her own minor messes
And time certainly came and quickly went
Time irreversibly wasted that should have been spent
Accepting her self for her pros and her cons
But now before she goes out she dons
A neat little mask with a painted on smile
And still she hopes after awhile
She'll finally escape and take off her mask
She's told herself thats all she can ask