Compact Discovery

When the mirror's unfamiliar, What do you do? When your image is a stranger, Who simply looks like you? Do you like this new version, Who you hadn't noticed forming? Or were you better before this, In your unaltered glory? Do you find you can talk to the silver glass woman? Or does she not fit in your head anymore? The eyes and the hair and the skin are no different, But she's changed underneath, and you can't call her yours.