The little girl was born without eyes, so her father made her some from mirrors. When people looked at her, they saw themselves in her glassy eyes. They were happy to see themselves, because it gave them reason to ignore the sad girl before them. They'd never see the girl beneath the hollow, soulless shell, the girl who sat quietly staring at the nothingness within her. With her mirror eyes, she stared into the darkness and it stared back. A numb, never-ending cycle she painfully endured, for her mirror eyes could never be the windows to her soul.
I really have no clue what this is and I will most likely be re-writing it.