When you glance in the looking glass;
tell me what you see -
a woman who's come to know herself,
who's all that she could be?
Are the changes that are needed,
ones that she can make?
Has the effort been carefully spent
to remedy old mistakes?
Is she happy with what she's done,
and with all that she could do,
or is she merely standing in
to steal your soul from you?
Is she your friend and confidant?
Is she your very best side,
or is she concealing the faults from you
that you would rather hide?
For a looking glass can only reflect
the image that it sees,
but I must be content to know
that the image there is me...
- The Index -