The Girl in The Mirror

I don’t know who she is,

This girl that looks back at me.

A beautiful smile painted on her face

Stress lines?

Nope, they’re completely erased.

Startling eyes of fiery green;

Painted to the up-most quality, completely pristine.

The word “flawless” comes to mind to describe her glowing skin;

Every blemish concealed, every scar erased.

Every inch of white skin perfectly replaced

With a darker skin tone carefully painted in place.

Her size one body squeezed into tight-fitting clothes to show off what?

 There’s only skin and bones…

I don’t know who she is,

This girl that looks back at me

Yet, she bats those long eyelashes the same time as me

I don’t recognize the mysterious glint in her eyes…

Eyes that are the same color as mine

I stare at her

She stares right back at me

Is it possible?

Is she really me?