Am I the only one who sees him as he truly is?
He walks around to just cause grief and claims what’s mine is his,
He likes to think that he is me except that he is not,
He likes to think that we are one, but I don’t have a spot,
I see him staring back at me when I am in my bed,
That spot is driving me insane just sitting on his head,
It’s like a blackened smudge that simply won’t come off at all,
And when I’m nowhere near his face, the spot is on the wall,
The spot will go most anywhere that it just cannot be,
The spot is on his forehead when he stands in front of me,
For all the fights we’ve had to stop that spot has intervened
Would someone please just take this mirror out and get it cleaned.