Clones


He looks like I am,
Taking over my image.
Everyday I pass by him,
Right before getting to dinner.
We both look the same,
But are the opposite.
When I tell him my name,
He always copies me.
Maybe its my brain,
But everything he does is alot of how I see.
When I walk away from the mirror,
He’s not right by me.
When I grow suspicious ask my therapist the question,
He said don’t worry it's no clone only your reflection.

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