Life. Love. Books. Music.

In a world filled with changes each and everyday,

I feel i'm being judged for what i do and say.

I remember back to Barbies and play days at the park,

When i didn't need to worry about other people's remarks.

Now looking in the mirror I see to my surprise,

A completely different person staring right into my eyes.

The carefree little girl I saw just few years back,

Is now a girl with a question: "what does this world actually lack?"

The gazing eyes of the world,

So frigid and so cold.

They talk too much but give too less,

They're meant to be that, so why the need for stress.

I'll be the person i'm meant to be,

paying no heed to what the world  wants me to believe.