The Armored Man
Photo by Jerome Dominici on Pexels.com I have seen you in front of a mirrow, Armored Man why are you so afraid? Why do you move so rigidly? I try to look into your eyes, but you don’t want to look at me, you see me and lower your sight; Are you afraid of me? Are you afraid of what you will see through my eyes? I guess you are, Armored Man. You will see yourself, reflected. The other day I tried to talk to you, but you rolled your eyes and walked away; You don’t want to listen