Mirror Mirror On The Wall.

When I look into a mirror I don't see myself. Is this normal?
I see a girl, mocking me.
An evil grin plays across her face, she knows she's better off than me.
She knows how I feel, and laughs at it.
She knows the pain and suffering that are battling inside my body, while she is without flaw.
My life and hers are very different, and she knows it.
She is protected from all the evils in the world on the other side of this mirror, while I am vulnerable to every single one of them.
She mocks me some more as she copies my every move.
Pretending to be like me.
I hate her, she is not me.
She knows I hate her too, it just gives her more pleasure to see the anger in my eyes.
I want to crack this mirror and shatter this person who is not me, to never look at her face again.
But that is impossible.
Mirrors reflect the being on the other side.
I am her. No matter how much I say I'm not.
I am a beast.