The Stranger In The Mirror Poem by shikha shah

I shut the outside world
And hide in my dungeons alone
With Conscience tinkering my head
And Fear gripping my heart

Every day I go through the same ordeal
Removing outer Façade layer by layer
Gathering courage to face the real me
The devastated soul that I ruthlessly murdered

The person inside me is so evident
That I see two faces when I see the mirror
He glares at me with such hostile eyes
That it pierces right through my bones

Though I am good at the act of pretense
The stranger scares me to hell
Rolling in the deep oceans of my iniquitous deeds
It Stimulates memories of my wretched sins

Suddenly the stranger turns away
Refusing my every justification
Lamenting, I beg it to turn and see
But the perverse soul simply discard my plea

Infuriated I hurl a stone at him
Splitting him into voluminous pieces
He now gaze back with million eyes
Each accusing me of annihilation

Exposed, I succumb under my own guilt
Use one eye as my gateway to other world
Maybe the Stranger won't follow
And at last I'll be at peace