It turns its head,
as you turn yours
It's just like you,
down to every last pore
 

It speaks your words,
as you think your own,
but the words it says,
are not your tone
 

It wears your clothes,
the clothes you picked,
but on them
they don't seem to fit
 

It seems so strong
in body and mind,
but only you know
that tears are inside
 

You reach out
as they step back
until your hand
touches nothing but glass
 

You hurry back
away from it,
but it just keeps coming,
and sits as you sit
 

Finally you stop
and you notice something new
That figure you see
is just simply you