I remember when you didn't try
To please the crowd, you were your own.
You dressed so plain and looked the same
As any other girl but you were not.
Instead, a cheery, kind and joyous whirl
And now-you are the same ol' kid still
Yet-you try to stand alone by fitting in-
No longer do your clothes reflect your heart-
Do you remember? Or do you blindly look into your mirror?
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