I feel (the things I don't say)

Reflection

He stood there staring back at me,
A beast, I surely recognized.
His scars, I could distinctly see,
And a pool of aggression within his eyes.

His anger bounced off my skin,
I felt hate from his petrifying gaze.
Against him I'd never win,
Yet his strength I'll never praise.

"You make me sick" I tossed a whisper.
He mimicked my words and emotions too.
I heard him inside my head saying
"Look around, you are me and I am you."