Apart Of Me [Poetry]

This is Me

Today, I looked at myself in the mirror and for the first time, I saw me, the real me there's wasn't that mask called a smile; sitting on my face, there wasn't my hair there to cover my eyes, I was finally looking at me,
God didn't take his precious time on me, but he also didn't rush it,
I was fairly attractive, nice height; taller than most boys in my class, nice light brown hair, pink rosey lips, pimples covered my face, but not to much to the point I'd feel ashame and try to hide it away.

I was looking at myself, my eyes looked lifeless and tired, they were marks from my sleepless nights, my smile was broken, my hair looked like a hot mess, my body slim but not perfect, I have belly folds and stretch marks, it bothered me, but I wasn't judging myself this time, instead I was stating what I saw.

I imagined a younger me, six or seven years old, with a smile that lit up the room, a younger me filled with joy and happiness, and far too energetic for anyone's liking, a me who was so sweet and kind, with eyes that glowed like the morning sunrise or afternoon sunset, a me who was truly happy to be me.