In the school bathroom, my hands wet, I look in the mirror, my image set.
Pale skin and green eyes I see so clear, But whispers surround me, I tremble with fear.
Do they stare because I don’t fit their mold? Is there something else that makes me feel cold?
Each year it gets harder, it’s hard to be me, Someone changed my mirror, it’s not what it should be.
They must have broken it without my say, The person on the other side feels far away
Doubt follows me closely with every bold step
Wondering if in my own skin I’ll ever find a rep.
So I lie and I stuff those feelings held tight, Every glance in the mirror brings doubts to my mind
“Am I enough?” I often ask deep in this hell, Jus wanting to be seen to escape from my shell.
so i’ll hold on to hope for better days to come, When I can be free, when I won’t feel so numb
But for now, I will wait, a cage Ill sit in, Wanting, hoping to be seen from within
‘Cause I am no girl, I am no boy; I’m something different, a soul looking for joy.
Every time I look, I wonder with glee, What if the person on the other side is me
So as I share this story of mine, reflect on this line
You may be someone else, someone beautiful, divine,
Just waiting on the other side of a mirror’s shine.