When I look in the mirror, what do I see? The girl in the mirror looking back at me
My reflection, you say? Don't dismiss her that way
She has her separate personality Far far more beautiful than me
Her appearance is as different from mine as chalk from cheese Her mouth quirks in that lovely smile I can never achieve
When she sighs bells sound in my head She will be living when I am dead
I wonder how she came to be This perfect version of drab old me
Being stuck in the mirror is not fun I'm glad I'm not the only one
When she looks in the mirror I see the distaste and loss That only a reflection like me can cause.