I try not to look into them for too long, or else she'll see
as I lower my head and look away, she does the same
I extend my hand to meet hers, but I can't quite reach her;
she's there, I see her - why can't I touch her?
I look once more into her eyes and something has changed
there's a hint of sadness and defeat - almost as if she's lost a battle
but what battle? this time I keep my eyes fixed a little longer
no....wait, I know that look.....
I quickly raise raise my hand to meet my cheek - she's crying...
and I feel her tears, almost as if, ....almost as if that girl was me
I adjust my posture and yell at her. I DON'T WANT TO BE YOU.
I CAN'T BE YOU. she mirrors my actions.
as I exhale a long breath, very briefly do I catch the girl trapped in the mirror,
smiling back at me. I jump back and again, she does the same.
I'm going crazy, I think to myself.
I look into her eyes one last time, before I walk away - this time, I see clearly.....
That girl is me
