Reflections

'Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me? When will my reflections show, who I am inside?'

Once, a bubbly funny person - a person that everyone loved. A person that was so lively, and spontaneous - full of colour, an extrovert.

Now, black and white - straight to the point, an introvert. A person who prefers to be on their own, who hides behind the covers.

I look at the picture of that person once so colourful and strong, now I know that its reflection is so wrong.

Where did you go?