3. Lost reflection
The unshed tears of the passing years have finally spilt, when one looks at ones self what do they see? Why when I look back I see the one who loved themself as they did others, where it didn’t matter what others said I was myself and that was all my friends wanted, why now looking at the reflection, looking for that person but I only see another, I see one who fears what others say, one who cares more about self image then the welfare of others, one who has changed their personality just to please others, one who even has forgotten what she has learned, one who lacks the pure motivation to learn, to live, to love. One who wishes for death but doesn’t see that the one that once looked back at me has died and has been replaced and with the knowledge of the death of ones self it throws the replacement into confusion, they are lost within themselves, with only one question left on their lips. Why?
