I stand above it.
Below it.
Under it.

I start to speck to it.
Understand it.
reason with it  .
Wonder.

It stifferns my body.
Just like .
A strike.
Of thunder.

It look'''s at me.
Manipulating me.
Staring at me .
Sneaing at me.

It frigterns me
With it's cold
Devilish glare.

I look away for a while
Putting myself
In a state of
Denial

With the
Imprint
Of its
Decviving
Smile


Then it got me
thinking
No time
For
Blinking

The thing
I
Was
Most
Afaid
Of
Was me
Just
Me
Noone
Else but
Me
The reflection
The devil
Was me
I knew then
I had to change
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