I look in the mirror,
But who I see looking back at me,
She can't be me...
Can she?
Surely that creature isn't me,
My eyes are being deceived somehow,
Tricked to see something different from reality.
This is a lie,
That is not me,
I am not like that.
Then comes realisation and the truth,
Hits me so hard.
This is no trick, no lie,
What I see is too real,
That thing is me,
What I have become inside.
I shrink back in horror, in revulsion,
The image, the reflection, smirks and winks:
'It's true you know, you can't deny it.
This is you.'
I look in the mirroe and face myself
At last.
The mirror cracks.
