A girl like you - I

Where did they come from some might say as you raced around the floor wondering what all this stuff you didn't appear to get along with was really doing here?

Really you knew in head something wasn't right as how you saw yourself in the mirror when there weren't lots of people at home was really rather different than how many of them saw you.

That mirror was magical.

 

You were feminine whatever the doctors said and how other people tried to treat you and really why shouldn't I be feminine, which is how I am on the inside anyway.

That's how the little me really is, every inch the Young Lady even if we may have play clothes for more rougher play.

At the end of the day that is what you are, Girl.

A Girl however you got here.