Mirror

Mirrors surround me, reflect my image, my soul, back at me

I love who I’ve become, so much that I shattered the image

Of the other me, so innocent, so frail, so naive

I didn’t want to look at her, remind myself of what I was

When what really matters is who I am

I also see him reflected back at me from all directions, all mirrors

But when I turn to look beside me, he vanishes

Is he real? Or is he just a twisted hallucination my mind conjured up?

I turn around, around, around, and all I see is me and him

His mad grin taunting me

How can I be the only person in the room?

He appears to me everyday now, and all I want is to go to him

If I cannot, I will surely go insane

One day, he speaks to me

He beckons me to come closer, and when I do, he outstretches his arms and says

“Destroy me! Shatter the glass!”

I hesitate, and somehow he knew I would

How could I destroy the image os someone I loved so much

And never see him again?

I didn’t want to, so badly did not want to obliterate the

Only thing I saw

But, I had to prove him wrong, prove that I could and would

Trump his underestimation of my will

And so, I punched through the glass with all of my strength

Tears streaming down my face, for what had I now to love?

The shards rained down upon me as all of the mirrors

Suddenly burst apart

They stung me and cut me, and I watched as my blood

Poured over the hand that had shattered my dreams

But as I looked up, I saw that all was not lost

Standing before me was the very man whom I had shattered

All in one piece

This couldn’t be real. He wasn’t real

He put out his hand, and I took it

I held a real hand, not imaginary, not pretend. Real

I gazed into his face, his personality, his wickedness

And I saw myself, the self I wanted to see, the real me

He is, and had always, been my mirror