Your smile always lights up the room. Your eyes are always so bright. Every day you smile. No matter what.
To be honest, I envy your happiness. You have two parents that love you. You don't come from a broken home. You have always had a bright mind.
Bright smile and many friends. Everyone loves you. The sad thing is that you don't smile anymore. You lost that happy home. And that happy life.
You have grown up and realized that many of your friends are fake and you are the so-called "black sheep" of the family.
I still see you in the mirror every day but you are not the same. You are just the shell of the young girl with the bright smile.