The mirror image.

I'm shattered and I'm broken,
but you don't seem to care.
All you do is watch me,
through that mirror with your stare.

The finest crack of silver,
runs down this pane of glass.
It ruins our reflection.
You scrutinise, your gaze so brass.

You're evil in the mirror,
with a face that's so like mine.
Pretending that we're not the same,
but you will cross the line.