I've come to realise, while some years have passed, between the girl I was at seventeen and the woman I am now, we're really not so different. Actually, we're still one.
We're both full of wonder.
What does the future hold?
Where will I go? What will I learn? How will I feel? Who will I love?
We've both been burned and tainted with mistrust.
Where do I really belong? Who is really there for me? What is true?
We're both in awe of every possibility.
Can I really achieve? Does someone really believe in me? Am I smart enough to fulfil my own curiosity? Can I do it all alone?
The girl in the mirror, isn't always the woman that's reflecting back at me.
Sometimes I'm still the scared and sad, lonely girl, laughing it off, hoping that no one will know.
Sometimes I have a strength come over me from somewhere completely unknown.
I know that I've grown, that's clear to see. I've learned some lessons, whether I wanted to or not, unfortunately. Yet, somehow I've looped right back around, to the girl I was when I was seventeen.
Now I spend my time fearfully avoiding history repeating itself, again. I see too many similarities. It's like Deja vu, I've been here before, I've seen these surroundings before.
I see her looking back at me, when I clean my teeth. Her gentle eyes, glistening. A courage to keep going, to prove them all wrong. It's me, when I was seventeen.
I feel her rumbling, carefree laughter, I feel her deep tears of rejection. I understand her all too well. That girl was me, I became the woman here that you see. I'm still becoming, I'm still growing up.
Never have I been so close, to the girl that I see looking back at me in the mirror each day. I forgot her, I left her behind. But, why?
No one told us, it could be this way.
So, together we'll face another day.
Hand in hand, one heart beating.
If you look at me in the eyes, you'll see her there, the girl I was at seventeen; Loving, nieve, hopeful, lost, wishful and longing to be wise.
She's still there, as I've come to know. Only she's been down a few dark roads, she's burned some bridges in order to let go. She's been there and learning, still longing to be wise.
There is a part of me somewhere inside, that is forever seventeen.
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