AN: I heard the song "Reflection" from Mulan the other day, and was inspired to write this song. I thought it would work, because being a spy has a lot to do with masks. I might do some other Disney songs too. Anyways, read, enjoy and review!
Reflection
Cammie Morgan walked into the CIA office wearily. She had just returned from her mission in Russia. Mission status? Unsuccessful. She went to her office, and began collecting her stuff. Preparing for the inevitable. It was then that she chanced to look up. She looked horrible. There were purple bags under her eyes, and her eyes were puffy and red with tears. She looked down, and angrily swiped away at the tears that poured from her eyes. She thought that they were in love. Then they started fighting. She thought they could pull out of it. Then he asked for a divorce. She wiped at her eyes and looked at her hands. First the divorce. Then the failed mission. She was pathetic.
Look at Me
I will never pass for a perfect bride
Or a perfect daughter.
Cammie sighed and thought to herself. "What if I'm not meant to do this? What if I can't carry the Morgan and Cameron name?"
Can it be?
I'm not meant to play this part?
She didn't know who she was anymore. She had disappeared into the mask of a normal girl. A normal woman. A normal wife.
Now I see
That if I were truly
To be myself
I would break my family's heart
Who was she? Was she Cammie Morgan, top CIA spy, legacy to the Cameron and Morgan names? Or was she Cammie Abrahams, ex-wife to a local pharmacist? She couldn't decide, but she knew that one choice would break her family's heart, and the other would break her heart.
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight
Back at me?
Why is my reflection someone
I don't know?
She looked back in the mirror. She still loved him, no matter how hard she tried. She had tried so hard to hide herself behind the mask, but her inner self always showed through.
Somehow I cannot hide
Who I am
Though I've tried
She sniffled and looked at her reflection. Her eyes were still red and puffy, and there were still bags in her eyes. She still didn't know who she was. But as she inhaled deeply, she thought carefully about her life. She had been taught to be a spy, and a spy she would be.
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside
She looked down at the book in her hands and sighed and put everything back where it was before. There was no guarantee that she would be kicked out of her office. So for a few moments, the office was filled with just the noise of her shuffling papers. Then the door creaked open, and the voice she hadn't heard since her junior year resounded in the office.
"Cameron Morgan?" he said. "The head of CIA would like to see you?"
She froze in place and heard him close the door and walk away.
Zach