Looking in the mirror

And your reflection is staring back.

The straitjacket is new though, and yet it's already torn. So is the unruly red hair.

Though I told you to smile, this smile doesn't even fit on your face, it's unnerving.

And your eyes, looking at them is giving me a headache.

I'm beginning to think this isn't your reflection at all.

This won't do. No, no, no, this won't do at all.