Reflections Of A Past

I look out my window seeing the reflection of a past. A little girl happy as can be. Big hazel eyes taking in her surroundings. She doesn't have a care, a care in the world. Her hair flows in the summers breeze. The life she has is at ease. I turn to my mirror only fragments of that sweet little girl are left. Those big hazel eyes tell a different story, an unhappy being is left inside her. The ease she once possessed was swept away with that summers breeze and I ask how did that little girl become me?