I look in the mirror and what do I see?
I see a broken girl gazing back at me.
I see her melancholy gaze,
that somber look upon her face.
And I wonder.
What caused her happiness to plunder.
I reach to her but only feel glass.
But I remember all the times we've stared at each other's faces,
at different times and in different places.
Different years, different fazes.
I remember when she was so young,
before the pains of life stung.
I exclaim that I miss her like a song constantly sung.
But despite this time when we're blue,
I know one day we'll start anew.
Though when exactly I have no clue,
I see happiness coming into view.