Looking in the mirror and realizing I’m not talking to myself because the questions I have the person in my reflection answers them currently I am wearing a black v-necc with a hoodie that’s all blacc with the letters gizmo on the bacc. I am also wearing some tan cargoes with long blacc soccs along with some blacc rex now this is me but the person in my reflection is 6’2 has a perfectly shaped Afro a few piercings and a blacc suite with a Rolex and don’t get me started on his shoe game he has a few tattoos and is a few shades lighter than me an weights about 200pounds muscle when he speaks it’s as if everything is with confidence and without a dough so I look at my reflection & ask is this really me he replied no but it’s who you can be my response was how?! How can this be me he laugh and said I am someone you can never be your better off being yourself so then I ask another question who exactly am I to being with he said boldly you are who you are. A person who is easily grief striccen by life and its hardships you are someone how strives for the best but when putting up against a test or a battle between flesh you always seem to loose choose a choice of the right or wrong paths and for a slight sec I see something out of the ordinary my reflection in the mirror was offering me his hand as if he was saying lets trade places so I take his hand he pulls me into the other side and now he’s looking from my point of few I’m trapped! Trying to break the glass he laughs and walks away moral of the story everything that looks good isn’t always good for you now I’m looking the inside wishing I could get out