That Little Girl

I was a little girl back then, so cheerful, didn't have a care in the world, but now I'm 16,different name, hands scarred, some things don't work as well anymore, "you've changed" I said while looking in the mirror, "there was no need to, so why? We were so happy, why did you start caring. " I never got an answer back, that little girl that used to be me. 

I am very different from that girl, all that remains a connection is those green eyes, and the same last name, our hair that used to be so long now cut short, we don't dress like we used to, I don't dress like that little girl now, to me that girl is now dead, name and all, only the memories remain in this new person