She hides behind the many faces,
Of the people she loves.
She’s gone through so many phases,
Nothing feels natural.
She changes to fit the mold,
Every day she is someone new.
She grasps for a mask that she can hold.
Nothing fits right.
She feels pulled in every direction,
Can never put her feet down firmly.
She is trying to fit in every section,
Never finding her place.
She wants to be who she is meant to be,
Wants to be herself.
She just can’t manage to see,
Who that girl is.
About the Author: “My name is Hannah Barber and I am fifteen years old. I am currently in my first year of homeschooling, before this year I attended public school. I would like to have a poetry column that focuses on issues in our society today, whether it be society’s view of beauty versus true beauty, or about promoting your self worth. Everyone is worth just as much as every one else, and in our society I believe that teens don’t feel as though they mean enough. I want to inspire teens to feel better about themselves and to follow their dreams.”