Glass

I am watching at this man with such sickening intensity. We walk towards one another in a perfect unison. He is all made of bones, scars, and suicidal thoughts. The man’s not beautiful, he is nothing special. People abhor him. Indeed, me too. I stop walking. He stops at the exact moment, as if mocking me.  “You…” he sounds just like me. I close my ears for the voice is repulsing, but the man behind the mirror laughs at me. He is the exact replica as me. I hear him says, “I know you wish you were just a reflection.”