the me in the mirror

a dream I had
such a silly thing
I thought woke
but yonder behold
I was in the land of make believe
what we all call sleep
I saw a mirror
a reflection my own
I gazed into it
hairbrush in hold
but the me I thought was me
was not I
he moved on his own
I froze with fear
a scream but nothing to hear
his eyes turned red
my heart sank with a tear
move, flee
but I could not leave
a demon? a fowl?
a beast with a vow?
what evil could this be...
it was me, in all its splendor
the second side to the same coin that was I
It was my demon of my own design
something that I couldn't recognize, the evil that is I

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