Inside the world of glass and silver

resides another being,

one I am not often fond of seeing,

it's taken hold of who I was

and tried to cast another...

a reflection of an evil side

whose human frailties it won't abide,

pillaging the heart to sate a malicious hunger.

Staring back I yearn to see,

beyond that ugly portrait of me,

the person that I want to be...

the person that I thought I was.

I look around for reassurance,

alone while taking inventory

searching for the index of my story,

that place where I say, sorry

for giving in to this other self.

Another look to meet its eyes

to etch the features I despise

then once more summon my other guise

to function, yet again, without the lies.