He dashed unto the mirror
A Reflection stared back
He retreated in terror
And fell upon his shoe rack
What have I become?? He asked in disgust
Surely this isn’t true he reiterated
But no it started since August
He had neglected it when it started
Have I become the very monster I fought against??
No I have two heads more!!
Scary what a little power does
To even the best of us
A little glance at the mirror
May reflect a transformation of horror
For many have taken a scarier form
Of the very beast they had tried to tame.
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Author:
Esala (
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