Who's reflection is this the only similarity I can distinguish are the eyes staring back at me who is this person the one they call you and I call me she reaches out to touch the glass as I do in disbelief then pulls away looks away everything is the same except for the inside in that world she no longer lives when I walk away but in my world I stay caught up trying to please but still always having someone's displeasing eyes upon me the worry, the shame, the pain she is the lucky one in her world