REFLECTION

I'm not sure I like my reflection;
He looks at me funny.
There's something in his eyes
That boasts he knows me too well.
And I just don't trust him-
I think my secrets he might tell.

I like to stare as long as I can
Into his wide brown eyes
And test who'll blink first.
But it's always the same
We both blink together
And neither one comes off first

Sometimes I pull faces-The worst contortionsOf epic proportions-But he matches me every time.Sometimes I think his facesAre actually worse than mine! 

This poem is about: 
Me

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