The Battles with Myself

I see the many scars
left on my bloody cheek
By my own hand
I have been beat

So here I am
gasping for breath
I have never felt so weak
I feel closer to death

My face is bruised
my hair full of sweat
I study my opponent
while I get a second's rest

I see his eyes
ever so like my own
I study ever cut
every little bone

It is like standing in a mirror
we look so much a like
Because we are one in two
and we have to fight

I swing another punch
he dodges every blow
He has all of my moves
and there is more he knows

I am able to land a hit
every now and then
But pain for me
is energy for him

He has every injury
that he makes on me
But through those he grows
while I stay weak

I know now what to do
I attack without a thought
He can read my mind
but with this he can not

I punch him in the face
and I start to heal
I understand his game
and how to play the wheel

I lash out brutally
before I can think
His cuts turn from red
back to skin pink

I am back to full strength
One more hit for my victory
I am for his leg
and bring a sweep

He falls to pieces
like a shattered mirror
I return back to control
never again will he appear