In the mirror

You are a nightmare.

Nothing can compare

with your guile.

I am honestly not surprised

that you stick around

for the despair to drown me.

You are an abomination,

a complication.

A thorn in my side,

a slap in my face,

a blow to my pride.

So go, move;


I will smash you to pieces

if you don’t step aside.

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