She looks at her with disbelief.

Wondering why her world is filled with pessimism.

Her appearance depict she has lost her luster.

Melancholy has filled her mind, body, and soul.

She has become very sensitive and analytical.

She, herself, has failed to understand why she lost her optimistic attitude.

The glass is no longer half full.         

Her reason for being has disappeared.

So full of knowledge and wisdom; yet she can not succumb to optimism.

Surrounded by conversations and question; however her response is unable to be heard, for her mind is galaxies away.

As realism appears, she recognizes her reflection.

She is I, and I am her.