I felt her fade away
Like the fog dissipated
By the howling wind,
They couldn't see her
Crying out for help
Even though she was
Starting to break and bend.
 
She always felt like a misfit
As if somehow she was misplaced.
It was as if everything
About her had been erased.  
 
 
I do remember that she
Would light up a room 
And make everyone smile,
She was there but somehow
Became invisible after awhile.  

I can barley recall a single
Thing about her now,
If life was her stage
Then she took her final bow.

Who was she?

A reflection tells me.