The Mirror Girl

Sometimes what you see is not exactly what you get.

Who are you that looks like me?
So naïve, can’t she see?
Problems bounce off her like springs
While I’m affected by the littlest things
Jealousy cannot describe
Her ability to fade and hide
She looks like me, can’t comprehend
For I am real, and she’s pretend
When I move, she moves too
Everything she does, I do
But she won’t know, she can’t try.
I guess there’s more than meets the eye.