This look in the mirror,
reflects the face of a stranger.
Yet, perhaps what is stranger:
I already dislike his demeanor.
Maybe, because this reflection
betrays me with its very creation.
'His' head held so high, I see;
As he smiles, shamelessly,
Revealing the fangs 'I' used to shamefully hide.
Do 'I' hate him for his pride?
How can 'He' be so proud?
Unveiling 'me in himself' to the crowd?
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