The Child Inside
I met him Locked eyes with him He looked just like me With a familiar smile Except he had a skewed eyebrow Like a pastor will wry at an erring member I met him Looking dissatisfied with his now Like he slept with a fair weather forecast But woke up to a hurricane Looking less than he knows Fade up with his status quo Remorse glistening in his eyes Like a suicidal with a loop round his neck. I met him Staring at me Like a dreaded déjà vu Without blinking I met him Locked eyes with him Scolding my flaws Sarcastically applauding my scores I have met him He is the mirrored reflection of this broken me