The Mask’s Reflection

You have left it on for too long
Your face is beginning to rot
Even before it began to peel, it was not very hard to spot
You pick at it furiously and look in the mirror confused
Who am I?
You stand there face to face with him, accused
The remains of him sit on the floor
How dare he still mock you
He took your face, every pore
He wants your entire being,
wants to give in to your immensive desires and hankering lust
You're tired of seeing, he knows that
He knows you
He knows what you want
The truth is he really is you.

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