Just gotta go
Just gotta be
Who I really am
Sick of broken dreams
In this broken land
Looking in the mirror
But it's not me I see
Just what the unreal
Got me pretending to be
A little girl
So weak, so hollow
But strengths inside
Push me to follow
Into a reality
Where your identities
Not unwanted formalities
Take your hand
And lead you
Where you wanna be
Rachel Hewitt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coming-of-age-8/
