Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places

Am I...?

"Am I beautiful yet?"

I wondered, staring in the mirror

At my legs and neck.

"Am I graceful yet?"

I wondered, walking through the halls

My eyes down set.

"Am I noticeable yet?"

I wondered, standing onstage.

"No one sees me, I bet."

"Am I talented yet?"

I wondered, projecting my voice.

I wasn't good enough; this I fret.

"Am I good enough yet?"

I wondered, readying to kick.

My form wasn't perfect; my body in a hot sweat.

"Am I brave enough yet?"

I wondered, staring at the girls

Who had the courage to try when I didn't.

"Am I done yet?"

I wondered, staring back at me.

Not in this mind set.

"But I can't stop, this is a fact," 

I said, analyzing my green eyes.

"This fear has been ingrained in my from way back."

A/N

Sorry if you find this poem inconclusive. It hasn't ended yet, but I'll let you guys know when  it does. If it does.

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