It's DailyFreewrite by the daily.prompt, the daily freewrite writing prompt from the freewritehouse
At night, Sarah was standing near the mirror and looking at her own face in the mirror. ”Who am I?” she muttered softly almost in tears. This aggravated the question with silence. At some point she’d grown to notice that she was different from the rest; she did not feel as if she belonged. She had never been sure, no, she could barely remember who she was now at this fragile state of pretending. But once the moonlight flooded into the room, there was a change that happened within her. Filled with her deep thoughts she asked, “Or am I exactly where I’m supposed to be?”