The Alternate Me

Two sides to every reflection,                                                                                                                    I stare at her and she at me,                                                                                                             Fierce eyes and broken shadows.                                                                                                       Who am I?                                                                                                                                           Am I her? Broken and sad.                                                                                                                     Or am I me? Strong and fearless.                                                                                                             In a world full of mirrors, we are reflections                                                                                             Of the girl who stands her ground, and is always  heard,                                                                        A fighter to the end, loved and feared.                                                                                                 And of the other, scared and lonely,                                                                                                          a gentle kiss placed on a world of destruction.                                                                                         In universe of confusion, I am the alternate.