Any opinions on this poem?

The Ocean.

When you look in the mirror you do not see yourself.

You see the creation of some else’s remarks.

You’re always too focused on what people say about you, that you never noticed that your mirror was cracking.

You please for the answer for “who is the prettiest of them all” when you have been looking at them all along.

You are like a stream, anyone can easily walk all over you because you present yourself as small and insignificant.

You listen to the deteriorated thoughts of your own introspection trying to unscramble what is good and what is bad,

But you never noticed that you where breaking.

You let their remarks and comments be thrown at you as if they were stones being scattered across a pond.

Each one bounced off of you and you watched them sink to the bottom.

You were too busy trying to meet the standards of other people that you hadn’t noticed that you lowered yours.

Look into the mirror and tell yourself what is true.

You are strong, you are important, you are more than enough.

You don’t need to please anyone but yourself.

Become a wave, wash out all of their stones, and replace them with light.

Be the ocean.

Deep and mysterious, but powerful and lively.

Be you.

- Isabella Ali