I know a man.
I've known him always.
He's always there.
Always with me.
Deep inside,
I know him.
I know his every thought.
His deepest darkest secrets.
I know it all.
I see him all the time.
Every day he tells me more.
Always staring back at me.
Always looking back through...
Looking through the looking glass.
Do I hate this man?
Maybe I do,
but don't I have the right?
He is just like me.
Thinking my every thought.
He will always be with me.
Always here, til the day I die.