Smile

As I go the extra mile,

I smile.

I am finally living my life my way,

And not by what other people say.

I am out of my shell,

Pounced and ready for my friends to be able to tell.

Can you see me?

See me turning back into what I used to be?

Can you see me smiling?

Smiling instead of crying?

I feel it,

And see it when I look into the mirror.

My smile is finally true,

And not sorrowfully blue.

Poetgirl12