I sit, staring into my glass reflection.  Chips and cracks and missing pieces distort my image, confusing me for who I really am.  Little good is left.  I think back to a time, a time in the not so distant past, when I had stood in this precise place and could reflect upon the flawless image that had been before.  But little by little, changes occured.  I started to break, as did the mirror.  Slowly, my image became unrecognizable.  I was now a different person, the complete polar opposite of my old self, the complete polar opposite of the real me.  As I think back to this time, a silent tear falls from my face, for I know that these changes have permanently affected who I am, and who I was.  These changes make it so that the person I was no longer exists.  These changes have made me, me.