the difficult years

these are the difficult years

when you look in the mirror

blind to your own beauty

and I can't make you see through my eyes anymore

these are the difficult years

when you brush your hair with angry strokes

unsatisfied with wisps and imperfection

and I can't smoothe it anymore

these are the difficult years

when you stand in front of your closet

trying to fit in or stand out (depending on the day)

and I can't help you choose anymore

these are the difficult years

when you step into your own

discovering your own glorious wonder

and I won't hold you back anymore