Who Are You?

Looking in the mirror on the wall trying to figure out who's looking back at me. Down through the years I've lost sight of who I am. I've become who they want me to be. Whatever happened to that little girl that loved to smile? Where did the motivation of being unique disappear to? "Who are you?" is the question I ask this stranger that's starring back at me. How did I lost the personality that made me who I was. I'm looking at this person and she seems so afraid, so hurt but yet she's smiling. I'm confused, I know she can't be me. I fear nothing but God, hurt doesn't even scratch the surface beneath my wall. I'm looking at her and she's bruised and I'm think what happened to my flawless skin, this woman most defiantly isn't me. She has my facial features but sh'e not me. It seems as if I know her but I can't quite put my finger on it. I've hid so many emotions and so much pain that I've become unrecognizable to my own self. How is this possible, I promised I'd never change but somewhere along the lines I lost myself. Mirror, mirror who is the fictional character looking back at me??