My friend looks a lot like me.
When I stare into this mirrored glass there is she.
Looking back at me.
I place my hand upon the smooth surface.
Seeing that she is also nervous.
Trembling behind the mirrored glass.
There is no need to ask.
I know how she feels.
Wondering if I am also real.
The warmth of blood pumping in our veins.
I know that she must feel the same.
Our breath fogging up the glass.
She's trying to make this moment last.
No. Don't go away.
She tries to say.
Wish I could let you stay.
I turn away.
But we are in two separate worlds.
There is still a hint of that small girl.
Looking back at me.
A reminder of who I used to be.
Can't you see?
You are no longer part of me.
Dead little girl.
You are not part of my world.
I put on my mask.
While you are trapped behind this mirrored glass.
Forever and a day.
That is where you are going to stay.