Why does the past feel like a blur,
A distant echo I can't quite stir?
I trace the edges of a broken frame,
But the girl I was, I can't reclaim.

Who was I, when I was a little girl,
With dreams untainted and hope unfurled?
Now shadows fall where light once shone,
In a crowded room, I feel alone.

The mirror speaks, but I don't hear,
A face I know, yet somehow fear.
I face my fears and question tonight
Who am I beneath this fractured light?