I know nothing feels like it fits just right,
not your clothes, your friends, or your place.
You spend so much time wondering if you belong,
if they really like you, if you’re being played.
I wish I could go back,
tell you that you don’t have to change to be liked,
that you are beautiful,
even when you can’t see it.
You were never meant to be like anyone and everyone,
you’re allowed to be awkward,
to not know who you are just yet.
Not every friend is forever.
One day, you’ll stop searching for yourself in other people.
Please, be gentle with the girl in the mirror,
She’s still growing up.