Writer's Share

Who is that girl staring back at me?
Her eyes search me, as if there is something they need to see.
What does she want? How does she know me?
Oh, she is me.
She is lost, she is broken.
She is just another face in the crowd, lost in the high school halls.
She is looking for change.
A way back to the girl she used to be.
But some changes are irreversible, unavoidable.
That’s what the mirror has shown me.