Reflection

Who is this person who stares at me? Deep inside my mirror? Though she seems familiar, I do not know her. I wake up and there she is. She mimicks my moves, as though trying to send a message to tell me who she really is deep inside her soul.
Who is this person who stares at me? Deep inside my mirror? Is she a role model of a boy or girl? She looks like someone who makes good choices. Or is she a stranger to us all waiting to break free?
Who is this girl who stares at me deep inside windows, glasses, and mirrors? Everywhere I go she haunts me. And I do not know her. It's a death defying mystery to discover who she is. For when I figure out who this girl is, staring straight back at me, I will know who I am. And what I'm all about.
For she is my reflection, but who is she? And what does she do? We're supposed to be the same and I do not know her.
Who is this girl who stares at me? So I stare right back at her. She is my reflection, an image of me to the world, and I don't know her. And if I don't know her, I do not know myself. She looks like a girl that makes good choices. Someone that pot wouldn't cross her mind, or fill her lungs with the foul smoke just to feel good. Someone who would hate the thought of one single drop of alcohol.
But looks can be decieving. I'm sorry if I am imperfect, I just hope you will accept me, and whoever this girl is deep inside my mirror. Because sometimes your reflection in the only thing that keeps you from running away.