The Bastard's Reflection

 A madman in my mirror -
 His face my own.
 Poet?
 Prophet?
 Angry youth...
 I've forgotten how to love
 & soon after how to live.
 Wander through my self delusions,
 Painting pictures & adding new illusions.
 I remember you,
 Ghostly figure
 In fading memories.
 I think I loved you once
 Sometime before I died
 Leaving behind two tears -
 One uncried, one undried.
 The bastard's reflection
 Greets me again
 With twisted face
 And sadistic grin.
 Where have I lost myself?
 Who's trying to find me?
 Putting together puzzles
 Without having all the pieces -
 The story of my life.
 Once again I press through the glass
 And seek myself
 On the other side.

This poem is about: 
Me

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