AngeOnymous

SHE

I see her every day. Every day I give her a fake smile, and every day she fake smiles back. When I think she’s not looking, she is. Even when I look away. She imitates the way I walk, how I dress. She’s got my makeup routine down to a science. It’s crazy how she thinks she can be me. Mimicking the way I talk and all my mannerisms. It’s sad. She has no idea how to be her own person. How insecure.