The mirror beckons, a beast emerges,
I've fought against fists and thoughts
but at times we give ourselves to urges
and hope remains successful victors.

Oasis clouds caught between drifts
as tide rips waves against waves
caught between the aquatic tidal rifts
avoiding any chance at mistakes.

I look at the mirror with frozen frowns,
I have been here before, just the same;
held onto hope, nailing it down
because I have been called monster
more than I would like to admit.

'Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too.
They live inside us, and sometimes they win.'