As I look upon this mirror
I see my reflection
A reflection that is happy
A piece of my soul
Then I see a second image
A image that is pure evil
A being that has no care
No good, no love
Just hatred for everything
Then I look deeper into the mirror
I can see the image
That is engulfed by the evil
There's another image
This image is too blurred to view
This image is frightened to show
So I take a look closer
The image is clearer
It's a being
Too scared to trust and believe
Too worried about being hurt
Too scared to let anyone close
I get a closer view
And this being is me
I try to get it out
Bring it to good but I can't get close
As I try harder and harder
The image just gets further
Building a brick wall to block me out
No path over or under to pass
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