After Shower Thoughts

After taking a shower,

I stand before the bathroom mirror,

I look at the person before me,

I both know her and don't,

She hides behind the glass,

Her eyes hold my father's rage,

While mine hold my mother's fear.

I feel her eyes glaring into my soul,

Devoid of her own.

I can tell she's disgusted by what i am,

She's disappointed by what i look like,

I owe her everything i owed my father,

She owns me just as my mother is owned.

I am her perfect victim

And she's my perfect villain.

We may switch roles,

When the rage takes over,

But as long as mirrors exist,

She shall haunts me and i shall be haunted.