As she glances away from the looking glass to be
Anyone else than whom they imagine they see
Her mind it plays all these things in her head
What if, for instance, this is all let’s pretend?
The smiles were fake but the laughter was real
They don’t even like me and I know it’s true what I feel
And other people have friends but I missed out on this page
Should I have been someone who changed to suit the age
I can’t register all the same things that they do
My thoughts on things stay more constant and true
Must I keep up with fashion and trends
If all I want is a few trusted friends?
Turning again and looking into the glass
Her eyes like grey flint harden at last
Who else can I be she’s resolved to herself
Than the original intended even if it’s only myself.
How long did it take to come to this decision?
Many long years and so much derision
Now standing proud and holding herself up straighter
To herself she’s now true and no longer the traitor.
© AilsaCawley Poetry 2015