Images

As if in a room of mirrors as far as the eye can see,each one holding a different image I could choose to be.
I ponder what defines, which one completes, which one is really me?

A portrait painted on glass, a girl with a smile brighter than her soul, a girl with hair in a bow, in her eyes you open the truth,a heart broken,beaten,battling to stay a float, wearing on her shoulders her burdens forming a heavy coat.
I ponder what defines,which image completes,who I am,Which one is me?

A mural painted in robust colors,
A girl with a heart so small, yet big enough to hold all, she doesn't hold back in love,giving her all,hurting from scorn, caring her biggest downfall.
I ponder what defines, which one is real,which one is me?

A sculpture made without resistance, features soft and fair, A girl head held high, laughter filling ears, singing in beautiful tune for all to hear.Confident, shes got brains and she got heart,Beautiful,she lights up the screen as soon as the show starts.
I ponder what defines,which one is me, which image is mine?
And to my dismay I find all of them are me some how and some way,
At times dwelling in her past her heart shatters, pieces of glass,burdens clog her soul blocking her judgement, she cares when no one else does!
Than I change speeds I'm proud to be me, I'm everything I could ever wish to be.

Standing in the center I breathe in all that lies within me,the image made from all the pieces of what defines who I turned out to be.