My Mirror and me - poem

This is my first upload! I hope you like the rawness to it. I'm sure I will improve with practice. Bear with me.I look in the mirror and who do I see,I see the little girl I was, looking back at meShe seems to be saying that I’m happy here, yes I am…I don’t want to grow up,Adulting is a scamI look in the mirror and who do I see,I see my late mother looking back at me,Have fun while you’re alive she seems to be saying,No point in suffering baby,on the way outYou rather die laughing at your stupidity and solitude …Than trying to fit in with the world and its cloutI look in the mirror and who do I see,I see my darling sister looking back at meShe’s wondering when we’ll meet againThough despite living in different continents..I could say she’s the pendantWhile I’m the chain..Together we make such a rare and unique gem,The bonds of which tighten..Like a stitch on a hemI look in the mirror and who do I see,I see my daughters looking back at me,Now I wonder what lesson I will learnBut their smiles and eyes..Soften my concern.They’re just happy living their lives, young and free..Women of strength, security and fortitudeThey are already showing up to beThe mirror can relax now,There’s nothing more to see,Until my mind wanders and ISearch again for me