I* wasn't looking for you
I had certainly turned back the moment I realized it was your name I was typing again
In fact, my fingers had. They had stopped.

Then why do you keep appearing everywhere? every time?
why can't I not be your slave? In intimidation when present, in distress when not.

I’ve always been intimidated
By the man in the mirror
With his cocky face and his self-assured grin

I’ve always been imitated
By the man in the mirror
With his worried sigh and his eyes full of doubt