I stood in front of the mirror,
Just to fight with my persona,
The feeling was so real,
Including sounds and aroma.
I greeted the image,
But it only frowned back,
Cleaned up all the smearing,
Because I thought it was that.
Instead, it got worse,
A high tone and a voice faintly,
"You changed since I last seen you."
"I don't know you,
What you're talking about,
I have no clue."
"You grew bitter inside."
I must be losing it and began to cry,
"Stop trying to make me feel guilty,
But nice try."
It cried back and replied,
"I'm going to tell you something,
in perspective, and before this,
gets any weirder, am I the one,
wrong for telling you the truth,
or you for fighting with the mirror."