Mirror

It seems like your response is a bit unclear. Please provide the text you would like me to check for grammar issues.She feels too much

to move.

Names each ache like clockwork,

but never finds the off switch.

Her thoughts sit in jars,

labeled and untouched.

Outside, life runs.

Fast and sharp.

Seasons pass like strangers

she meant to follow.

She stays-

anchored in the same breath,

watching the world change

like a show she already missed.

She changes her hair.

Buys new skin in the form of clothes,

metal, makeup,

each layer a distraction

from the stillness underneath

People say she looks different.

She hopes they're right.

But the mirror only shows

a girl made of attempts.

A collage of better intentions

that never made it home.

She doesn't cry often.

It would feel too forward;

too much movement

for someone standing still.

She talks,

but only in echoes.

She dreams,

but only backwards.

And the mirror?

The mirror watched quietly,

offering nothing but reflection.