Who Am I? [Vol. 3]

A young girl of only 18,
Gorgeous eyes which lit with fire.
A dominating nature,
And the grace of a ballerina.
She stood there, still.
She does not believe in herself,
Insecurities wrapping her in his arms.
She cannot escape,
To see her reflection.
She had the world's best smile,
A caring nature and a sharp mouth,
All she needed was a push.
She needed someone to tell her she was perfect,
Someone to hold her hand in the darkest nights;
Someone to love her inside out.
All she needed was appreciation,
Someone had to answer to her doubt;
"Who Am I?"