I know your secrets...
I see you all the time, especially when you don't even notice.
You glare at me in the morning, undress before in the evening.
Constantly you check yourself to look your best for me.
Some times, when you think I'm not watching, you make faces at me.
Oh yes, I know you very well.
I know your every flaw.
Those split ends, that black head under the cover up make-up, those baggy eyes, even how one check bone is slightly higher than the other.
I see you on the streets and in your home.
Some times you go by and I go unnoticed, some times you hide your face from me, trying to avoid the shame plain on your face.
You know me too.
Oh yes, very well.
Or at least you would like to think such.
Photos and computers can make you perfect, but you can't hide from me.
I am the naked truth.
I am the true identity.
I can make you out to be the real beast that you are or show your inner beauty.
Take good care of me.

Who am I?
Why, I'm surprised at you.
All this time we've spent together, all those moments we stared into one another's eyes.
So much has between us.
Days that we hated each other, days that we loved each other.
Even days when we cried with each other...

You still don't know do you...
You insensitive ass!
How could you forget me? ME!
There is no one else like me or you.
We are one!
We are more connected than conjoined twins!
You...I am you, the reflection in the looking glass.