I now realize that what i held in my hand was not a diamond.
It was really a fake, how ever so grand.
That "me" that made all of my friends was a lie.
That "me", was not I.

An alias that disguised itself as a beautiful gem.
A mask with only destructive intentions.
It came back on me in the end, didn't it?
Was it worth it to pretend, well was it?

A mirror image of me, that supposedly helped me.
I decided that this "Alice" was better at everything then i could ever be.
The mirror image of another me.

But now i see that "Alice" is not me, but who i want to be.
Deep inside the imagine of my wanted personality.
But "Alice" is not me, and will never be.
She will always be more perfect than i'll ever be.

Because i am not Alice...
I am me.