A reflection of me
Is that who I am or who I want to be 
The mirror must be telling me lies 
or my mind could be fabricating my size
I stare endlessly, searching, 
seeking something in the reflection
Is that really a reflection 
or someone behind the glass staring at me
Could he be wondering what I am wondering?
What if we were to switch sides?

I’ve grown suspicious
Maybe that character is some evil side
Or…It might be the better part of me

Why won’t he talk to me?
Maybe if I could hear him, I could get a sense of him
But he won’t talk; all he does is mimic my movements
Is he trying to make fun of me?

If I shatter this damn glass, 
there’s that many more of him to look at me
I feel trapped 
Trapped by mirror
I can’t escape him
Or… maybe he can’t escape me