Evil Twin

Cutting the pattern of alter ego

     I trace my image on dotted lines,

     hand slips and reflection shatters,

     ego slides to one side away from me.

You whirl and twirl in vivid impressions

     but polish on your toes is not like mine.

     I stroll down my path on timid feet

     but you spiral and spin the other way.

I smile plaintively at your reflection

     you turn your head and don’t smile back.

     I painted your echoes to be my shadow,

     to numb the pain of walking alone -

     but you flash back on my emptiness.

I wear the stretched skin of alter ego

     if you had your way, you’d erase me

     so you could waltz completely alone -

     nobody’s watching my early demise!