It

It likes to mess with me.

It has a way of gnawing at me.

It knows me.

It can’t stop, I don’t want it to.

It takes pleasure in my torture.

It likes the chase. 

I don’t know if it is a friend or foe.

I struggle to get a hold of it.

I will catch it.

I.will.win 

The Mirror is a funny thing.

The Mirror distorts your perception.

The Mirror shows all.

The Mirror lets you see your wins and your fails.

The Mirror tears you apart, but makes you better.

I have tried to be good, do the right thing, the right way, but that gets me nowhere, so now we do things my way. 

I have plated its twisted little games for far too long. I am making up my own game and it plays by my rules. 

I have done this before so it remembers, that will make it happy. 

Everything else is falling apart so I need something to control again…and not just a sharp object.

Am I playing with fire? Probably, but I don’t mind, I don’t mind at all…..

And neither does it.