They say it's just reflection,
but mine has a different action.
It cries when I laugh; it doesn't resemble me,
always judging as I gaze in, silently.
...
"Hold your breath, steady yourself, " he said.
"I don't know how, " I stammered, panic breaking my voice.
"You don't have to know, just move."
"But what if I go under? " I whispered, my chest tightening.
...