You're moving ,
mocking my very existence.
The lights are your tools
to blind me.
And it's working.

But I will not bow,
this is not my final exit.
The battle has just begun,
and you, my reflection, can not hurt me,
I dare you to bow.

This ****** mirrored room is my mind.
But you can not be me.
...
*I'm the only me there is.