There is a stranger in my mirror.He stands there, pulling at the fat on his sides,Picking at the acne on his face,Pointing, laughing, saying no one could possiblyLove him.
There is a stranger in my mirror.I don't know what he likes,I don't know his favorite color,Or his favorite food.
There is a stranger in my mirror,And he scares me.I don't know him, but he knows me.He knows my fears,What I hate,What I planned on leaving in the past.
There is a stranger in my mirror,And he terrifies me.He uses my secrets as weapons of war,He holds me hostage, locked eyes with him.No matter how much I want to look away,He wont let me.
There is a stranger in my mirror.And I hate him.His voice Is the only thing I hear.Laughing, always laughing.He calls me worthless,And he's right.He says no one loves me,And he's right.
There is a stranger in my mirror.I hate him, but he's all I have.He knows this too.My every move is controlled by theStrings on his fingers.But I can't break free.
There Is a stranger in my mirror.I don't know him, but he knows me.He plays into my fears,Forcing me to think,To think everything is falling apart,And he's right.
There is a stranger in my mirror.That stranger is me.
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Rantings of a mad man
PoesieA collection of poetry written by me, based on my moods throughout the days.
