Don’t look at me.
Because you won’t see me.
You’ll see what you want to see.
You’ll see a man.
A monster.
A flame guttering or all-consuming.
A mirror shining brightly.
Or a shadowy reflection.
Or nothing at all.
For that is what I am.
And what you the reader are.
And what humanity is.
A shadow.
A flame.
A mirror dark and troubled.
