A Room Full of People
In a room full of everyone I've ever known, I'd look for myself.
Not the me that I see staring back at me in the mirror when I brush my teeth, or the me that I see in the group photo that my friend posted without tagging me.
I'd look for the girl who was terrified to walk in on her first day of kindergarten
I’d hold her hand and comfort her even though I know that feeling will never quite go away.
I’d look for the girl who felt like everyone in her dance class hated her, even though they had no reason to.
I’d dance with her, comforting her, even though I know that feeling will never quite go away.
Id look for the girl who was scared to drive
I’d hold her hand, letting her know she's in control, even though I know that feeling will never quite go away.
I’d open my closet door, and look for the girl, curled up on the floor, holding her own legs to feel some sort of comfort.
I’d sit with her, letting her know she won't always feel this way.
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