I look forward and see behind me.
What I see is right beside me.
That face, to me, belongs to someone else.
Different structure with a different force.
I look closer, to see beyond,
but all I see, is gone.
The endless depth of perception
is gained.
Correction.
What I see is not true.
Mind wanders to a different hue.
Peering back, and gazing closer,
I notice the imposter.
I myself am the disaster.
Causing my own storms,
in this reflection they form.
I think as I watch it unfold,
why had no one told
me.
It was me who was the stranger.
It was me who was in danger.
The person giving me grief
was a criminal, a thief.
He stole my identity,
so now I must be
me.