Reflection

The figure before me isn't real. Not

a reflection, but another being entirely.

Why does it taunt me? Mirroring

my every movement... almost.

Something not quite right.

The slight upturn of my lip,

darkness in the eyes,

can't quite place it but

feels sinister none the less... or

is it the truth behind the facade?

Am I the fake? Is the reflection

my authentic personality?

That would explain the void felt

in moments where thoughts intrude

alone, vacant, craving... something.

●

Whatever you are,

I do not hate you

nor do I like you.

You are me

and I am you.

One cannot exist

without the other,

like every cliché.

Necessary opposing forces

yin and yang,

light and darkness,

good and evil and

any other of the likes.

◑

Sadly humans refuse to be

one or the other so we bleed

neither black or white,

blood is red after all.

Too many reasons,

lesser evils, spiteful goods,

selfish reasons, selfless actions.

Maybe I've been corrupted

and my morals have skewed

or this is the reality we've

grown to accept that we forget

but one thing I know is that

who I see in the mirror is a being

I am not ashamed of even if

whatever you are may scare me,

change is necessary.