Behind The Mirror Poem by immanuel santos

i spoken to myself in a mirror
coining words a new phrase to tell you,
it soiled me in the sanctuary of schizo,
stammered even not in front of you.
But i'd been told not to tell you
the resistance of fear, what if i lose you?
perhaps, this may lead bitterness of you,
then i'l try my best to run into the water falls
to see where will i fall?
from here, i park an honesty for you,
if i'm gone, i hope you will be somewhere else,
or could it be with someone else...
but if the dooms comes along
It cuts like a knife, but you'll be strong alone.