The Man in The Mirror

Speaks for itself.

The Man in The Mirror

Look at him. Staring at me. He looks like I feel. He mimics my every move. I decide to ask him a question, he asks the same one back. At the same exact time.

He's the man in the mirror.

He laughs at me. I glare at him. Waiting for his next move. I look away in a flash but when I look back, he's still there. He looks deep into my soul, I almost don't let him. He has the upper hand, that's why I don't bet him.

 He's the man in the mirror. Weird. 

He's persistent with his confidence. I want to be more like him but his vision is more dominant. He's a shooting star. He's what I could be. I wonder where he goes when I walk away? It feels like he goes off on his separate way. 

 He's the man in the mirror. Weird. 

We part ways. I wonder where he is now? Then I forget he exist. How can he be me if we walk in the opposite direction? Two different worlds we just call it a reflection. Am I his? Or is he mine? 

He's the man in the mirror. Weird. 

I challenge that man. I ask what he's made of. He looks back at me as I ask this, chuckles and says wait up. I'm not you, you're standing over there. I'm standing over here, on the other side of the mirror. "You're not me." "I'm not you." I touch my palm to his. He's the man in the mirror. Weird is what this is. I ask him to fight me. He asks me the same. At the same exact time. 

He's the man in the mirror. He knows I'm here broken. I punch him in the face, now the mirrors broken. I now see a wall as I feel for my face. No more man in the mirror, he disappeared to outter space.

He's The Man in The Mirror