To Whom It May Concern

Dear my silent friend, Must I always write to you, My smile shines yet again, And my confidence back just as soon, Since you're listening, I must confess, I have come to know the girl in my reflection, She seems pleased to now know me, And that I'm no longer looking for perfection, Wait a minute we are running through a field, Our curly hair blowing in the wind, Eyes wide and full of hope, As if we are just beginning to live, Quiet now there is much to be said, My soul alive and free, With my deepest want granted, Simply knowing the real me, Come closer, let me whisper in your ear, Tell you the secrets I've come to see, I've finally realized what's right for me, And it doesn't involve a certain He, If you must know I will have to tell you, I forgot what it is like to hope, Being kind to those who were undeserving, Led me on my downward slope, But fear not my dear, For my hopes and dreams have returned, I can't help but rejoice in the experience, And all the lessons I learned, I saw old pictures of you, And how you've come along, But no image can display, The almost perfect being you've become, To use such a word I must be over confident, But I honestly and simply meant, When you start to love everything about yourself, You can see yourself standing up when you are clearly bent, You are beautiful when you feel ugly, Skinny when you feel out of shape, Happy when you are most definitely sad, You are always yours to create, So listen closely my friend, Take this pen from my hand, Write your own life story, And then you'll understand, Why I feel so beautiful When I run my fingers through my hair, Why when I see you in my reflection, I can't help but stare, Stare with a smile on my face, Shrugging and walking away slowly, Not actually caring, As long as what I see, is always the real me.