Sweet Sixteen

Sixteen, and sweet, Danced with two left feet, Wallflower somedays Till she finds better ways To be accepted in the crowd, With those with mouths loud Little knowing how cute, She'd be with even one boot, The mirror reflects self consciousness, Can make a lovely one feel not so Till over and over she's told, She'll never hear it enough, She just don't believe all that stuff... Yeah, sixteen is hard... Not adult, not a kid.... On her jar of self doubts, There's no lid.... She see's in a mirror, A monster of uncertainty, Someone must give her.. The reality that she is A flower in bloom Most fair in the world She must lose that deep gloom