My Mirror

I look into your eyes,

I creep into the unlocked door of your mind,

I don’t like what I find there,

Your house is a mess,

Your thoughts are dangerous,

Your ideals are pathetic,

Hopeless, unrealistic,

Your excuses are lame,

Your stories are tired,

The catalogue you keep and this monotony of failures,

Your baggage storage system is blocked up,

Overloaded, chaos,

I hate you-

You remind me of someone.

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