Drifting memories

Though the looking glass, i see little soul. A girl who was a oddball in the averages and a average in the oddballs. A girl who try to make everyone happy to feel happy herself. Someone who wants to be special but couldn't outshine the stars. A girl who wanted to dift into the sky and become a star but can't. She makes everyone else a star while she stays below, all lone. Wanting to be her past, someone naive full of dreams. But now a black full no one who too scared to speak, too scared to talk to anyone, waiting for someone to do that part. Yet no one does, in her drifting memories full of hidden sorrow and open wounds of the heart. No one play her part, and she'll never get a new start. The mirror show that all to me, i can face myself but I don't like what I see.