Who is that girl?
The one in the mirror
With empty blue eyes
And a cold, dark smile?

Surely, that can't be me?
Face pale and drawn
And shadows under the eyes
Like sleep has been absent for quite a while.

Who is that girl?
The one in the window's reflection
With dull, red hair
And emotions that don't persist?

That can't be me.
Eyes hollow and shallow
And expression a mask
Like emotions don't exist.

Who is that girl?
The one that looks like me
With sickly, pale skin
And a long, skinny body?

Is that me?
That girl in the mirror?
It isn't me at all.

Is it?