In a black box.

In the reflector I'm glaring at me personally I saw your reflection recent Not mine . The same eyes , the exact same eyes just before you passed. The drowsy eyes that didn't want to live anymore . My smile , it look just like yours . So false . My identity is yours , how did I end up like you , when i never wanted to be like you or marrying someone like you . My history , it look like yours Dad . There isn't a thing of us that's not identical . How do I change myself ? If I look into the reflector and see you ? Your my father I'm your daughter. Your in a black box And I see you day - to - day through that reflector . -Andréa