Inside introspection, my skin is made of enemies.nStaring, I despise the image in the mirror.nI hate you. You hate me.nI cut you. You cut me.nYou are my enemy. Enemy you are me.nNo more me. No more. No more me.nInches away from killing the man in the mirror.nI cut him. My blood runs.nIllusions of walking over this vendetta.nNo chance, the mirror always wins.nWithin introspection my skin is made of enemies.nnMIRRORRIM.nnFake is face your.nMirror shattered this to lead knuckles these bloody and dripping exploration self.nSee just.nPathetic fucking so are you.nWorthlessness am I.nSelf into journey my.nEyes my into look eyes my when.nLiar fucking you eyes your close.nLiar you eyes your close.