When I look in the mirror, what is it I see?
Is that me, staring back with hard careless eyes?
Is this who I have become?
Cold as glass. Broken shards of a human being.
How did I let this happen?
Am i still there, buried deep beneath the scar tissue, peering out, afraid to emerge, but still, resolutely, impossibly me
No
Not any longer, the girl I once was is lost forever. I am as cold, as brittle...