I started as a girl lost in a world
A world I felt trapped in
Trying to escape the maze
While I was lost in a confusing haze
Getting through the day with a sarcastic grin
I started as a girl trying to get through
Walking with friends who came fast
Doing things I thought were me
But those things I wanted to flee
Slowly seeing that I was part of the wrong cast
I started as a girl who thought
Knowing what I wanted to believe
Saying little and doing less
My thoughts were like a game of chess
Few knowing what I truly perceived
I started as a girl who met a boy
A boy I thought I knew
Making me become someone I was not
Yet helping me find who I was on the spot
Making me realize it was to start a new
I started as a girl
Feeling less than human
Noticing things I felt were obsolete
Getting rid of people and changing the sheet
I started as a girl, I am turning into a Woman
Journey to Womanhood
This poem is about a young girl's journey to finding herself and seeing everything she no longer wants to be.
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