Lightly freckled skin, 

and hazel green eyes looking back at me. 

Hair the color of autumn, 

Brunette, long and wispy. 

A wiry frame of a torn down body.

Brittle like the fallen leaves

detached from its surroundings.

I do not recognize who you are anymore.

My head spins with thoughts of you

as I pick apart all my imperfections.

When I look into the mirror

I still hate the way I talk,

and the look of my reflection.

When it looks back at me.

I know that deep down inside

she's pretending that she's somebody else.

I know that she is lost, and looking for herself.