Staring into the mirror

I stare into this mirror...does the mirror tell you who you truly are? Does it define you?
The mirror has told me who I am....something I have learned is that being perfect is impossible because none of us are...
I'm sorry but YOU don't own me and your words that you say won't define me ever...I'm not going to let you own me you won't.
Who are you to tell me I'm less then what I am? Who are you to say those things? Who are you? Because I don't even know who you are anymore. I won't listen to you anymore no I'm not going to anymore...why should I?
In this mirror I look into my eyes and see the old me there inside me wanting to come out...I see her...why won't she come out?
What's holding her back? I still stare into the mirror and I try to see a new reflection...try to find the old me...I know she's in me somewhere....I will not let YOU hurt me again I won't ever...I need to open up my hands...press my face to the ground...just forget...just go to sleep...but that's the problem I can't sleep...i don't know what to do....