Just Me Poem by Becca Browne

Today I woke with faith on my side,
Promising me a better day.
No one person would collide,
And stop me on my way.
I looked in my reflection,
And finally saw a pretty face.
There was no sign, no detection,
Of one thing out of place,
Not a little imperfection.
My mind was washed clean,
My head held so high,
The person I had seen,
Did not give out a sigh.
Where had this feeling been?
It felt like I could fly.
A smile crept upon my face,
No tears we seen in sight.
No sadness in this case.
Everything was now alright,
My heart was now in place.
Ready to set out on this day,
I stopped to make sure,
Before I'd start on my way,
I quickly shut the door.
Too scared to show this world of me,
To innocent to ignore.
If only I could just be me,
Without the judgementor.
I guess this world will never see,
How proud I am,
To just be little old me.