I have a little looking glass,

As pretty as can be.

And when I look into it,

My friend looks back at me.

I know I've seen her somewhere,

And we dress almost the same.

But somehow, for the life of me,

I can't recall her name.

Maybe she is Becky,

Or maybe she is Jane.

Or maybe in the end

We both are called the same.

Others who can see me,

Don't see her like I do.

They say she isn't real,

But am I real too?

Am I the girl you think I am?

Who do you think you see?

Or am I just a reflection,

Mimicking what I'd like to be?