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

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