When the mists fade away, slowly my eyes begin to open.
I gaze upon a face I ever so despise.
The hatred and disdain swimming in her eyes is almost too much to bear.
Everything she is -- simply a mockery of everything I aspire to be.
Her voice echos inside the corners of my mind.
Oh! How a honey sweet voice masks the poisonous soul beneath.

She is cruel.
She is unfeeling.
She is the girl trapped within the glass.
She is....

Me.