• When I look at my reflection,
    I can only see,
    The part of me that's miserable, the other part happy.
    It's like looking at my twins,
    one gothic and the other beautifully full of glee,
    But when I concentrate on which one I am,
    I cannot see.
    Both pairs of eyes are staring out looking for a choice,
    But as I contemplate, broken is my voice.
    I despairingly look at both their faces, different feelings,
    Diffferent phases.
    My emotions are toying with my mind,
    My reflections stare blankly, a decision they're trying to find.
    I collapse to my knees,
    My twins coppy me,
    Their paralyzing stare, a poisonous glare.
    Pouring over my feelings, washing away all joy, all happiness.
    Leaving only hatred, depression and sadness.