In front of me I faced myself
A parallel fashion but definitely me
Mimicry is its talents
Yet does it yield the same heart I do?
Arms up, twitch of a nose, frown
A smile, A blink, hey even a bow
Down to every mole in my body
And still I wonder if its still me
The mirror holds nothing but truth
It wont lie, and it'll know if you lie
So none of the pretentious clothes
Or honeyed words will sway it
Truth be told, its a pain
Seeing the mimic be there
And I want to pull him out
Because in the end, I know he is me
Take my hand
Along with this emptiness and darkness
Break this glass divider
Crossover into this falsehood
Be with me, my other self
For I wallow in this self centered disgust
And the only one who can help is this parallel
But you're not here
And so, I scatter in the emptiness of me
