Finding The Girl!

I walked into a room which I've seen before but it has a different significance now. I saw a girl standing there before me, she looked different from the last time I stumbled upon her. Her dress size had shrunk , her hair curlier than before , her eyes sat upon black bags, as if they held something in them. They looked as if they had no more room for her eyes, as if they were over flowing with misery or worry. Her mouth was not its usual self but rather the wrong way round, it was upside down ,towards what it had been before. She looked helpless , worried and scared, this was not the girl I'd known. Not only had her emotional features changed but they had caused her physical ones to seek more attention. To many ,she looked happier than before , she had open up more to people and found it easier to relate to others. People just know the surface of her but then again they really don't , if they knew her surface they would be able to tell she's sad , lonely , worried and scared as her facial features tell it all. She looked like she needed help and was waiting for someone to help her as she helps others, maybe they won't hear her silent cries but then they should as silence speaks louder , and for her, silence should defiantly speak louder. I then looked back at this girl again , she was still the same person , still was that unique individual , who people seemed to like but she could never understand how or why they do. She just couldn't believe the goods she has preformed for others . I walked over to this girl she's not perfect and no one is ,as perfection is just a lazy way to explain what people look for, I then tried to move closer to her , to comfort her .....ouch....I hit the mirror.