Monster

No, it cannot be.

I touch the hand of the figure in the mirror.
It touches mine too.

But how?
And why?

I don't believe my eyes.

Where did my reflection go?
My feelings, my sincerity, my devotion.
It all ran away from the glass.

Better question, why do I see you instead?

Then, I realize the truth.

I'm turning into you,
That I cannot deny.

I wish I'd known earlier
So I wouldn't have to hurt another innocent one,
Like you hurt me.

So she won't end up
Turning into me.