Some nights I play music in
my bedroom full of mirrors
and talk to myself.

I have the same conversation each time.
Like, if I hear all the different versions I might be able to
piece myself together.
But somehow the dialogue is always new.

And every time the cut is in a different place.
Tallying up the score

I'm winning.

I see symmetry in my face,
but not in my values.
I find the parallels on the palms of my hands,
but not my interests.
I see the lines running up my thigh in
                    a
                  neat
                  little
                column
but that's not how life is.

These conversations did help me find out one thing though;
I ******* hate mirrors.