The girl in the mirror

Smug and content inside my cocoon,
Mewling in my mother's arm ,
I passed my early days of life,
Ignorant of what life was all about,

And den came the whining schoolgirl,
with a shining morning face creeping like a turtle,
Unwilling to break free my cocoon of protection.

Life was never the same,
Where each truth seemed a contradiction,
With every right came along the wrong,
With every moment of joy came tears all along,
with every relation came complication :P ,
with every truth came falsehood,
With every synonym came the antonym hahahhah.

Thoughtless and impatient made my own decisions,
Guided by reason some by logic and some by emotion,
Some right some wrong,
Well yeah we all do that don't we teenage is rebellion all along,
But all along life's journey i Learn't
Learn't that masquerading your sentiment is the best way to move along.

But every morning I look at the mirror we all brush our teeth don't we looking at the mirror,
I ask myself is that me I am looking at or is that another me with a mask on ,
And there i am confused seeing myself in the mirror ,
Oh no I panic i am losing identity ... alas each and every day just loosing Identity.

Am I the girl in the mirror or the girl always pretending Coz society wants me to be someone I am not,
Who is to know ... You ? Me ? Society? Parents? Teachers?
I am me let me be me,
Let the innocence remain,
Let ME BE JUST ME...... :) :) :)