I can’t go back to that place Was it only two years ago? It’s so empty and cold-- My heart cringes at the nostalgia. Everyone appears so happy and involved. I sit in the corner and watch them absently. There’s a person sitting across from me. Her eyes are wide and blank The color from her skin is gone. I wonder if she is a ghost. My eyes focus on her and I see them stare deep into my soul. The face becomes puzzled. I slowly stand up and walk towards her. She puts her hand up to mine. I feel myself escape to the other side. The ghost is now where I used to be. She walks back to where I was sitting and stares at me. I realized then I was trapped once again-- Trapped on the outside looking in. Nothing but a reflection of who I used to be Who I should be.