When I Look In The Mirror

When I look in the mirror, I see my past.


My past is a silent killer, stalking me. I cannot remember a thing, but everyone seems to remember it all. People come up to me and clamber on, “Do you remember?”


I do not.


I do not remember what you look like, I don’t remember who you are. Do you really remember this? Or are you making it up too?


I stare at myself in the mirror, I see the Devil himself. His grin stabs me, and that is when I ask.


Am I the Devil? Or a child who made mistakes?

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