The last time she saw herself
Seemed like forever ago
It’s not that she doesn’t own any mirrors
She just doesn’t see the same person she knows
She’s changed so much
And maybe not for the better
Who is this person she sees?
She has never met her
The person she knows is vivacious, whimsical
This replacement she sees is melancholic and philosophical
Constantly pondering her reason for existing
What happened to that little girl who liked to dance and sing?