A ghost;

A girl, she is

I hate her.

Because she looks like me.

This world can’t have more than one, Stephanie.

She’s my mirror image

Reflecting

Not only looks but my evil personality.

I want to kill her,

I want her to die,

I want this to end,

On the other hand,

I might fail to defeat this spirit

That derived itself from me.

She’s brought me ill-fate,

Trashed my life,

Played with my friends,

Ended my happiness,

With her bloody hands.

I was convicted as a murder;

I was wanted in many states;

My name was placed at the top of newspapers;

While my photo circulated the various magazines.

This evil twin of mine,

Had me in her hands,

Clawed me to death,

While I was preparing her demise.

If we came from one soul,

Why is she always one step ahead of me?