I hate the mirror, it has never shown the real me. Black abyssal eyes with no soul stare backing. Mocking. Two dimensions split infinitum. Imperfections reflected ten-fold, horrific, a grain of truth I die a thousand deaths every day that you exit I await your demise so I might feel alive. Your pain is joy to me, my happiness your agony I would so lovingly forevermore be your enemy Why is it everything i see and perceive are two different things? Look into the looking glass my slave, behave, behold, betrayed Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who's the fairest one of all? Everyone. Everyone? Everyone but you dear, not you, no not you. Light and glass, sight and pain, you search in vain for an answer. Your half-truths mean everything to me I see, I believe. Am I not the victim of my own mind's eye...why?