Man in the mirror

 

 

You control my destiny
My entire existence dictated by your whims and fancy
Unable do to my own thing
Unable to chart my own future

A captive of your impulses
Prisoner of your desires
Hostage of your compulsions
Enslaved forever

We are not twins
Yet we are identical in appearance and demeanor
When you are happy I am happy
When you are sad I am sad

It is not easy
Being the man in the mirror
An imitator doomed in my own penitentiary

- S.T. Arasu