I look at the girl
She looks back at me
I try to touch her
But she touches me back
I can't make through to her
She looks tired, sad
She looks shapeless
Not pretty, but she's not ugly
She looks like me
But she can't think like me
She can't think at all
She just stares at me
She's superficial, shallow
She copies me, moves when I do
I try to talk to her
She opens her mouth
But no voice comes out
Her mouth still moves
She's mocking me
I hate her
I hit her, she tries to hit me back
Sharp pain runs through my hand
Tears fall from my eyes
Tears fall from her eyes too
She's shattered, cracked
Pieces of her fall
Only bits of her are left
The fallen pieces are blank
They don't resemble her
I try to put the pieces back
It was too late
They're too small to put back together again
They're still big enough to cut me
I start to yell
I realize she's me
She's my reflection, my soul
I've been looking in the mirror for so long
My soul's on the other side
I can't tell the difference between
Myself and my reflection.