• Mirror Mirror on the wall,

    I looked into the mirror,
    and saw a stranger staring back at me.

    Her eyes, her nose, her clothes,
    her tired smile,
    they all seemed too familiar.

    I blinked, she did the same.

    I reached out my hand to touch her.
    But all I touched was cold, hard glass.

    So, it was just a reflection.

    She looked so much like me,
    she could have been me.

    She was so real, yet, FAKE.

    Who's the bravest of them all?