Each day she'd visit me,and stare for a while-
Sometimes laughing, crying, but most often wearing a smile.
And as the years passed, I watched that small child turn into a beautiful woman at last.
She'd talk to me, and I'd talk back,
I'd tell her that she was gorgeous- I'd tell her it was a fact.
She pick out my flaws, and bully me with lies,
I tried not to listen when she told me to die.
I tried to talk to her, I tried to make her laugh,
She'd stand there empty, with face aghast.
She came to me one day, and suddenly she'd changed-
Her face hard as concrete, wrinkles showing her age.
But then she smiled and said thank you-
You were always there when I needed someone to talk to.
And with that thought, she'd left me forever, for I was of no need,
Because I was her, and she was me.
