It's like staring into a mirror,

So alike and so different.

She's another world,

Another past,

another destiny.

Trapt through fragile glass,

Gone and here.

Are we the same?

Or just a broken image,

A reflection of the other.

When will I be able to look and see myself,

Not the empty shell of another.

She's another world,

Another past,

Another destiny.

Or is she me?