The Girl in the mirror.

There is a girl who stares at the mirror for days and days and days. She looks in the mirror to find shadows of who she used to be and to see figments of what she hopes to be. She climbs the mountains in the mind everyday. She looks at the mirror, but mostly, she sees nothing, nothing at all. She changes her hair to fit her moods, but it never really makes a difference. She dresses her face up in palettes and hues to see if she can become something different. She writes at her desk in the dead of night and she cuts the fabric of her clothes so that they fit right. She yells at her dog for biting too much and she whistles in the morning, in hopes of feeling accomplished. But still, she always wanders back to that same old mirror. The one in the bathroom, at the subway station, at the store, in the glass, they’re all the same anyway. And she stares. And stares. And stares, wondering if one day, she’ll ever find, exactly what she’s looking for.