A Face In the Mirror
There's a face in the mirror
it is not mine
no one's with me
I'm alone.
Behind the mirror
there's someone
who watches us.
They mimick our movements
Copy our faces
Look at our souls.
They are not us,
but an empty shell
without life.
They are nothing
And we are probably the same to them.
Just someone that reflects them.
No one at the end.
