His Enemy/My Enemy

I am his biggest enemy...

the face in the mirror has

my eyes, but does not see

like me...

I wonder what he is thinking.

I am thinking escape, but

his wicked smile confirms


Which one of us is living in

the real world-

He cries and laments,

I welcome the dark desires


I hear him talking,

but do not understand the

words that he speaks-

He is my biggest enemy,

I am his...

He is broken inside,

I am empty inside...

We are not the same!

A deep stare with rage in

his eyes...

As we stare at each other,

he screams and brakes the

mirror, walks away with a

bloody fist...

leaving me, his reflection

standing in the dark.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Enemies and Friends...Frinemies.

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