I saw a reflection of someone in my eyes
Someone who is supposed to be me- what a surprise.
I don’t know the whereabouts of her
yet she’s someone I prefer
It’s a dilemma; she IS the reality
but god, I’m a mess; that’s my identity
What an odd estrangement
What a mimicking arrangement
All I see is a frolicking mess of dystopia
How is she in a utopia?
I rub my eyes and
I see her with a knife; is this planned?
stab stab stab! It’s a bloody mess
And lord, I can\'t confess
I’m alive and well, but my reflection?
She lies dead, under all the agitation.
Poor girl, she’s afflicted and looks perturbed
And at that moment, I swerved
Swerved and shattered the glass
into a million pieces, the mirror now harassed.
-maddie