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I look into the mirror 

The girl stares right back at me with her sad blue eyes looking as if they’re going to cry.

Those aren’t my eyes 

I smile at the reflection hoping to brighten her day 

But she only looks at me 

and frowns 

“You’re fake” 

she says 

almost as if she’s taunting 

me 

This girl 

Looking through 

This cracked broken glass;

With tears falling down her cheeks;

Anger rages in her eyes

She pounds on the mirror 

She’s screaming 

The glass breaks more

Her hands reach out 

Around my neck 

Choking me 

I wake up in a pool of sweat.

I tell myself it’s just a dream, 

That the girl in the Mirror doesn’t exist. 

But was it really just a dream?