A Road of Poetry

Identity

Who is she?
Sometimes it's hard to know.
She's not like her friends who
Like to party and run the show.

She's dismissed everywhere
She goes as just a shadow.
A shadow of her friends
And everyone else; like a crow.

She looks in the mirror,
It's clearly her she can see.
There's an incomplete girl,
That doesn't have to be.

In time she will finally hold
In her heart the possibility
That she can stay the same
Yet still have her own identity.