Girl in the mirror, why am I so scared of you? How could you wrong me?

I was you, and I still am. I am exactly who I have to be and you are what made that possible. You are what taught me who I am. Yet, when you look at me with those eyes, with that pitiful smile, I would like to break you. I would like to tell you that you no longer exist, that I will keep you locked up in the mirror where you cannot hurt me, where no one can hurt you. I wish you too were afraid to come out of the mirror but I see you pleased, eager, you know that it is almost your time, that soon you will make me yours.

You are the scariest part of me. You are everything and you are nothing, you are light and you are dark. You are what I wish people would never see, you and your twisted thoughts. When you look at me and manage to slip inside me for a moment, you take me to dark places, to uninhabited countries, to the deepest point of the sea, where the light does not reach. But those places, scary as they are, are me.

They are a wide ditch into which I look when I reflect on what I am.

Please, girl in the mirror, wait a minute longer, hold on. Leave me a few more minutes of peace.

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