This girl in the glass...
That I see....
What if she were someone else...
And not really me..
As though she were there...
The same time as I.
Yet thought it was herself...
As she passes by.
Does she see the beauty...
Of her eyes, lips, and hair...
For these are the qualities...
That her and I share..
Everytime I see her..
I can't help but question her role.
Is her life similar to mine?
Do we share the same soul?
Does she walk each day...
Proud of who she is?
Does she also choose not to take...
As much as she gives?
Each morning, day, and night...
She is there...
Standing on the other side of the glass...
As I stare...
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