Mirrored vision

Do you ever walk into the bathroom and stare at the mirror
“Hey thats me” you think unenthusiastically
But then wait
Is it me?
Is it me or is it her,
who is she? She couldn't be me.
If I'm not she, then who would I be?
Nevermind that lets chat..
No, wait;
why, does she stare back like that?
What does she see?
Could she be a he?
What am I saying, it's clearly me!
Yet their eyes look awful freaky,
almost madly and truly deeply.
Not. me.

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