A shattered mirror

When I look into the shattered mirror, the remains of you follow me. I have your eyes, your nose, your smile. That's why I hit more the crystal, hitting, and hitting until my knuckles bleed out, because I hate being just like you.

 Do you ever regret the monster you made me?

 I'm just an angry and dangerous monster, when I used to be your little princess. You made me like this, this is all your fault, and, every time I scream and snap, the remains of the monster you create are with me.