Two black moons
Eclipse two green suns
Sending light green rays
Across sea blue skies.
Yes,
Those are my eyes

Overgrown black forest
Covers a landscape
Of sharp features,
With cold, hard angles.
Yes,
That is my face

Tall and gangly
Lost and confused.
Awkward, out of place
With the rest of the room
Sigh,
That is me

Staring at the mirror
Looking at the portrait
Of someone obviously me
But yet feels like it's not.

I can see the freshness
Stripped off of his face
As the years fly by
Traveling backwards
Through time

He is taller, darker.
Gone are his innocent eyes,
Relaced with olive brown.
Gone is his light colored hair,
Replaced with coarse black.

His very essence is power
Power at the price of blood,
He is a strong figure,
One to be respected

I see coluseum sands
Become metallic floors.
A new figure apears

He is clean shave.
He has light blond hair
And nearly translucent skin.
His eyes are steel gray,
Cold, calculating

He is a scientist
With an upturned nose
He's known to keep intelligence
Right next to arrogance.

All this
And much more
Is what I can see
When I look in the mirror,
But I can never see me,
Too ashamed, not satisfied
With being just me.