There I am
gazing back at me
as I stand before the mirror, observing.
It's Me.
It's all in the eyes
a certain little gleam that lets me know I'm still pilot.
But some days
the gleam is gone
and my brown eyes look a little blacker.
There he is
glaring back at me
as I look back, trapped behind his eyes.
It's Him.
Still me
but someone else.
Wearing my skin, wreaking havoc.
The fraud!
And all I can do is watch
and wait to pick up the pieces.
- m.w.
About the Creator
Michael Wolfe
Always trying to make sense of things.
You can follow me on instagram @mv.wolfe
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