The Mirror.

I stare at you.

You stare at me.

I touch the glass,

You touch the glass.

I smile,

you smile back without the warmth.

Just because you do everything I do doesn't mean we're the same person.

What's it like on your side?

Is it cold?

Are you still loved?

I always believed I was on the wrong side of the mirror.

I try to get through.

Why won't you let me in?

Please, I'm begging you...NO!

You shattered, shards embedding themselved in my palm.

Come back. You may be the only friend I have left.