We Are No One

It hurts to see who I’ve become. It hurts to look into fragmented glass and see something, something I haven’t always been. Alone and abandoned. I can’t help to think that I’m not even the same person, I’m just a reflection, a summary of the person I once was. Looking at the broken mirror on the floor makes me wonder if what I have done was worth it, if the eyeliner was well wasted.