Happiness.
That’s a feeling I no longer know.
I remember when life was simple-
when it was okay to be weird,
when being chubby was adorable,
when war was just a card game.

The mirror in front of me,
stained with dirt and grime
collecting dust, while I collect scars.
The worn gray walls
that were white so long ago
growing old, while time stands still for me.

The ghost of a small girl stands
Next to me in the mirror,
but when I look again, she’s gone.
She’s stuck inside the mirror,
and yet she still smiles.

Her eyes are green and wild,
while mine are gray and dull.
Her hair a gold, curly halo,
but mine a black, unkempt mess.
Her skin glowing bright,
mine a pale sheet.
She’s everything I used to be.

Her heart is unshattered.
She is invincible.
And then there’s me.
Fighting to stay sane.

Tentatively, I reach toward the mirror,
towards my younger self.
I lay my finger on the mirror.
It shatters.