It's in the middle of my palm,
On the back my hand,
It's memorized,
But a letter out and it's unrecognized.

How does one's name sound unfamiliar?
It's mine, all so familiar,
But it's not who I am,
It tastes so bitter.

That person, so strange,
What on earth is that name?
My heart, it feels sick,
It churns as some hails it.

A tear drop threatens to escape,
As I look up in response to that name,
But why? I don't know who that is,
I've never met them in my life.

Sometimes I'm scared of my reflection,
That person, they look so rare,
They look scared,
Maybe even ghastly.

She scares me,
Is this who I am?
A person everyone dislikes?
The cold-hearted girl? Pathetic.

That voice, it's not mine,
I stole it, but I don't know from who.
Who? To who does it belong?
Who's personality have I theft all along?

Who am I?
Who's in the mirror?
That voice, deeper,
What's her name?

Eyes like a chandelier,
What's her age?
Favourite color?
Who's that girl in the mirror?