Who Am I?

I see a girl
dressed in a purple sweat shirt
and blue jeans
dark purple eyeshadow
shades her mascaraed eyes
her light brown hair falls gracefully past her shoulders
she is beautiful

but i stare into her eyes
then i see
that past the purple shadow,
past the dark liner,
there is pain that only i seem to notice

but when i tried to reach out to the girl
my mirror fell from wall