Him

The man in the mirror

Should not be there

When I’m in the bed

He’s still here

While I’m getting dressed

He watches me

And when I’m distressed

He yells at me

While I go to work

He lies in wait

Lurking in reflections

Growing his hate

When I’ve found the tool

The right one this time

He snatches it away

And deems it as a crime

Then on my way home

He watches me again

Telling me to stay quiet

Or it’ll be the end

As I walk around the house

He drags me to my knees

I shiver like a mouse

And feel the stings of bees

I throw up all my organs

He puts them back in

There’s no getting out

Of your own skin

He torments me

And makes me look at him

I avert my gaze

But his assault never ends

In the back of my mind

I take one last thought

Then I simply decide it was all for naught

Nothing is wrong

I’m not me

I’m just the man who can I can see