Through the mirror, I see it stand behind me.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
Invictus by William Ernest Henley
It has a head. Two arms. Two legs.
It has two hands. Two feet.
It has two sharp teeth, just waiting to sink its fangs on me.
It looms over me. It’s that side of me.
It waits for me to fall asleep.
It is not my enemy. It's just my shadow and the coward side of she.
I just wish she wasn’t me.
Isn’t it frustrating when your worst enemy is yourself?
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