there’s a face in the reflection
i see it every day
in the mirror, the windows, and my computer screen
i don’t know who this person is
but i don’t think i can be friends with them
they don’t like me
and i can’t like them
even if i tried
sometimes i wanna hurt them
or maybe they wanna hurt me
they aren’t me
i don’t want them to be me
they have darkness in their eyes
maybe if i can’t see them, they won’t exist
so i turn the mirror around
when i speak, i hear their voice
so i keep my mouth shut
i know they are still there
they just won’t leave
but if they went away…
what would be left of me?
nothing.