“Get out of my house!” I roar like a lion. I stare intently, glossing over and over and over again. The man, staring back at me, unphased by my anger sees through my hollow rage. He haunts me Hunts me down Follows me wherever I go. He smashes my spirit Kills my ego And chokes the life out of my hopes and dreams. He’s there with me, Taunting me Menacingly. Yet, He’s the only one who has been there for me Seen my torment And picked up the pieces of a shattered soul. “I hate you.” I murmur. “ I hate you too.” He says. The love hate relationship we have is more bittersweet than most lives can bear, but we openly embrace each other as the shadow and light dynamic we are. Like the Yin and Yang of a fated ordination. “Goodnight old friend.” I turn off the lights to the bathroom For the mirrors are for the shadows