Who is she?

I stare at the wobbling frame of grief
Questioning the broken image that stands before me
I see down the long winding road of darkness and fear
This is the only path open to me
What happened to the little girl inside me so full of hope and dreams?
The tears washed her away into a spiraling whirl of disguise and deception
She panics for her life struggling to take her last breathe while staring at the many doors that stand before her
What opened her eyes to the betrayal and misery of the pointless journey that we call life?
Who is she?