Whose in the mood for a bitterly angry poem? I know I sure am!

My Reflection
She does whatever I do
Everything
I blink
She blinks
I smile
She smiles
I touch the glass
She touches the glass
I cry
She cries
I scratch my head
She scratches her head
I jump
She jumps
I open my mouth
She opens her mouth
I wiggle my toes
She wiggles her toes
I stick out my tongue
She sticks out her tongue
I sneeze
She sneezes
I sweat
She sweats
I bleed
She bleeds
I wave
She waves
I wrinkle my nose
She wrinkles her nose
I brush my hair
She brushes her hair
I laugh
She laughs
I sit
She sits
I try to look happy
She tries to look happy
But there is something
She does not do
I feel
She does not
I want to die
And laugh
And sing
And breathe
And live
And scream
And kill
And she just looks at me
Blankly
She does not feel
Isn't my reflection
Lucky?