Who Is The Girl In The Mirror? Poem by Taressa Dunham

That can't be me-
The girl in the mirror.
But she has my hair, my mouth, my rosy cheeks.
The only differences are her eyes.. And the blood.

Her eyes are wild and crazy
Scared and panicked
Yet hard and angry
The blood that covers her clothes and body
Hands and legs
Is obviously not her own.
Who is the girl in the mirror?

I've never seen so much anger, such fury
Her heart has seemingly been blackened,
Dug out of her chest and tortured
Then just shoved back into place.
I know I should feel fear
I know I should be afraid
Of this girl in front of me
Covered in blood, looking exactly like me.

She then holds out her hands
And smiles wickedly.
I look down and see a bloody heart
She whispers to me,
'He ripped out mine, so I tore out his.'
Then she just laughs.
An evil, tortured sound, really.
Who is the girl in the mirror?