The Process of Knowing When I look in the mirror I see nobody there No matter how long I sit back and stare I realize I must reinvent me again So now I go back to my paper and pen Looking back on last week I think I felt strong But I quickly erase that, I know it is wrong And when I was three I would talk quite a bit But when I turned ten I’d be quiet and sit Dresses can catch my attention with ease Ones that would fall just below my knees I could go to a party, wait no, that’s not right I don’t think I like to go out in the night I sit at my desk and carve myself out But every piece found fills my heart with some doubt I think that I know me But do I really?
Lexie is a first time writer who enjoys deep thoughts and cool stories to share.
Grand Little Things 
I love the way that the writer, although tentative about much else in their life, feels confident that they can reinvent them-self through writing. And I like the way the strong rhythm carries me along until it falters at the end, as the writer pauses in self-doubt.
The more assured statements are followed by doubt and retraction, which rings so true of shyness and introspection.
These lines –
“ Looking back on last week I think I felt strong
But I quickly erase that, I know it is wrong”
are very intriguing, and leave lots of room for my imagination.
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