The girl inside the mirror is not me, not the girl she appears to be.
A forever scowled face, pursed lips and ghostly eyes,
surely plotting your great demise.
She smirks devilishly, daring you to tempt her.
Her dark eyes shrink to thin slits, I hate her.
adrenaline flows through my veins like liquid metal.
I grab a chair and repeatedly smash her evil face.
My mirror, now decorated with cracked webs that illustrate my lingering hate.