• I see her.
    She stands before me looking like me.

    Why do I have to feel alone?

    When I need to talk to someone,
    She is there.

    She hears every word that I say.

    But she never says anything back,
    She is exactly like me to the bone,
    Not saying one word.

    She won't say anything unless I say it,

    She repeats them.

    The only way to talk to her,
    Is to stand in front of the mirror.

    Sometimes I wish,

    That I couldn't see her.

    What would happen then?

    She would be gone,

    No silent listener.

    I do this for everyone else,
    They don't for me,
    Take me for granted.

    One day she'll disapear
    And so will I.