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Arguments Through Glass
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When I face the mirror
the conversation starts wrong
too fast
too sharp
The room splits before words even exist
the instant the light flicks
and my shadow hits the wall behind me
Crawling out from wherever rage lives before language
The shadow always speaks first
Young
quick-tempered
mistaking rage for strength
mistaking fear for proof of being a man
built on volume
on impact
on how much damage could mean presence
He still tries to turn every silence into a threat
every disagreement into a battlefield
calling restraint weakness
The reflection doesn’t answer like it used to
just watches—exhausted
learning silence
not because it feels like peace
but because every scar taught it
some fights don’t end when you win them
It’s easy to swing
easy to break
easy to let anger convince you
you’re powerful
much harder
to take disrespect on the chin
while the shadow behind you
calls you soft for surviving it
And somewhere inside the glass
Future me appears
Not the man the shadow imagined
No legend
No monster
No feared man standing over the world
Just someone worn down enough
To understand restraint
That's what angers him most
The future he spent years envisioning
Looks nothing like the one standing here now
So he rattles against the wall behind me
Boiling over inside a voice
Only I can hear
Past self mourning a future
That never came true
Future self disappointed
By how long growth actually takes
And me
Still trapped between them
Watching the reflection age
While the shadow keeps yelling
Like becoming louder
could still mean something changes
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