Ordinary Day

I turn to wash my hands and stop to see hatred in your eyes. It seems my beating heart is what you despise. Your eyes are green like grass, yet black as your soul. It is clear to me that I'm not in control. The barrier, the line, and all hopes breaks. I can't look away, I don't have what it takes. First sign of weakness is the itch in my eye, if I were to blink, I would surely die. The room dims black, it's just you and me. Your face is morphing, you change what I see. You are now a monster I haven't seen before, I sense that what's within you wants to start a war. My courage is gone, all my rights are wrong, what am I to do? You are far too strong. You take two steps forward and one step back, you can't wait to see how I will react. You seem to have had your fun, you release my mind. You release your ice-cold grip as if you're all too kind. The haze begins to fade and I begin to see clearer, and that is when I stop looking in the mirror.