Why is it that you only ever take your anger out on me?
Is it because I\'m just a mirror of what he once was?
Is that why every time we clash, you tell me how much you hate me?
I know that when you look at me you see him, And every time I hope that maybe just maybe you\'ll see me instead.
I hope that one day I won\'t have to think that deep down (under your facade of joy),
How much you truly hate me.
Because I\'ll only ever be his mirror.
-Natalia