My Nemesis

I wake up; I take a look at the mirror
I see another man
Looks like me
But with a darker plan

Looks me in the eye
Consumes the good in me
Tells me to defy
To break my attachments and never cry
Cry about what I do or did
I should tear my feelings apart, he said I should

I shake my head to wake up
I can’t, I will never can
Am under the spell of my darker self
My own creation, my own work of a man

My own hero maybe,
Or my own Nemesis