The Girl In The Mirror...Is Dead

I wake up
In a bed that's not mine
In a house that's not mine
And in a body that's not mine
What...is...going....on...?
Who...am...I...?
I lift my hand
In front of my face
My skin is light and callused 
I swing my legs over the bed
Leaving the soft, resassuring sheets
Behind me
This room
It feels familier 
But not 
There is a mirror
On the closet door
I stare into my refelection
But it's not my relfection that stares back
At me
The girl staring back at me
Has long brown hair
Hazel eyes
High cheekbones
Full lips
I am me 
But I am not
I am her
But I am not 
But then
Who am I? 
What...is...going....on...?
But wait
This girl
Staring back at me
I know her
But it can't be
It can't be
This girl 
That stares back at me
Her pictures are hung 
In my living room
Her purple room
With pictures of flowers 
How
Is
This 
Possible?
How 
Can
I 
Be 
Her?
My step-sister's face stares 
Back at me 
My dead step-sister
Who died 
5 years ago
Because of me