One can never see expressions on a shadow’s face,
Or does a shadow even have a face?
But it does belong to a living soul,
The one who stares and cares,
About the one in the mirror,
Neglecting the dark one standing behind him.
Mirror shows what you wish to see,
But a shadow is where your true self flees,
The one you hide,
Your own dark side,
Your secrets, your lies,
Your confessions he does not seek,
Neither will he guide you, he’s way too weak,
When questioned on wrong or right,
Even his eyes quiver,
Stranger is the man who stands in the mirror...