chrome mirror

she stares into a chrome mirror with a mermaid to the top ,
but looking back at her is a unfamiliar face 
she sighs with every breath, as she swipes across the mirror and 
yet the same face. is there something wrong with me she thinks with the
deepest thought in her head. How did i become so fragile when did 
i loose my balance. i hate these dark circles around my eyes, i wish i was
thin again, my boobs are so low, when did i become this person , "who
is the person". Will they like me, how can they like me, look at me as
she stares into her chrome mirror. she once was happy when the sun light
give her a ray to shine upon her face everyday. she had a smile that could out 
do any smile, her eyes gracefully swayed from left to right, her curves were as
curvy as the waves. she had a personality that was as gentle as the fur coat, 
very humble.  there's no doctors medicine that can cure her illness, all from
a broken heart she finally awoke from her broken heart in acceptance that 
it was over. she lost her self in denial, anger bargaining, and depression.
she did not only awake from these things but she also woke with a dark shadow 
that follows her. Now she only stares in her chrome mirror asking who 
are you. Now today her chrome mirror stared back at her as she hanged 
from her ceiling.