The Man In The Mirror

There's a man in a mirror,

he taught me all I know

he said that we grew up fast,

I'd say that we grew up slow

When he talks, his lips never move,

I'd say he's like a shadow, somehow reaching through.

I asked him:

Why do I hurt the people I love? Why do I behave the way I do?

And when he replied, he said he wish he knew

I can catch him in a puddle,

he loves it when it rains,

his eyes look hollow,

two watery windowpanes.

I asked him:

Will I ever find peace?

My mind is like a scrap of paper, because when I feel a crease,

I can never fully straighten-out

the damage that has ceased.

I can’t remember when he arrived

perhaps he never came.

He said he feels as old as time,

yet we look quite the same.

I asked him:

Am I really in control?

Are you and I

the two halves that make a whole?

The man shook his head, and with the faintest grin,

he said was alike the blood, running beneath my skin

Sometimes I wonder, what if the mirror breaks?

Would the man inside-

slip

-out the shards of glass and escape?

He said that we grew up fast,

I’d say that we grew up slow

I can't stand to lose a childhood friend,

I can't bear to lose a piece of home.

There's a man in my mirror,

he taught me all I know.

I asked him what was on his mind, and this is what he wrote.