Foiled

When you look in the mirror,

You do not see me.

When you stare into the puddle,

I am not the face looking back

When you pass by the storefront glass,

your duckling gait is not my stride.

I find my opposite in reflective surfaces of their eyes,

not in yours.

A foil is no more than a fallacy...a false finding in your fevered hopes.

Find your own reflection, your own idea of who you are.

I am not it.

Search.

And if my image becomes your words, fall away.

For the damned don't need the added rage.