Lost

Every morning she stares at herself, wondering where the soul inside her has gone.

She doesn't know who she is anymore. "Who is this girl staring back at me through the mirror?"

"I don't know her favorite color, her favorite band, I don't know her friends like I know mine..."

She can't believe that this is the girl she has become, someone she can't recognize.

Someone she doesn't know or care about, another stranger in the sea of faces.

She can't picture herself 10 years down the road, let alone 10 seconds ahead.

She's losing who she is and who she was, and she can't control it.

It's time to say hello to the new girl, and goodbye to the old.