Poetry?

The Man Hidden in Your Eyes

You look into your bathroom mirror.
You see a face, and and first he pauses.
He continues to get closer,
Looking longingly into your eyes.
You try and get as close as you can to get a better look.
You are staring into each others eye.
Is it your left? His right?
You see the iris.
You see the brown, the greens, the blues.
You wonder at how perfect it looks.
Like looking into a galaxy.
You see specks floating around.
Little y's and l's.
They look content.
You feel content.
You notice the red lightning around the edges.
It creeps from the outskirts.
Some crave to touch the center.
Most fade away.
You find the black mass in the middle.
It's been there the whole time.
You expected it there, but that's not what's odd.
Your heartbeat trembles as your breath seems shallow.
You're not making any noise anymore.
Trying to be still.
It's unearthly, what you think you saw.
But you can't believe the opposite.
You trust your own eye?
Your own eye saw mine.
I saw you see mine.
You recognized them, as you do thine.
You have goosebumps now, you know that I'm right.
I was there the whole time, every single night.
You look at me, and into my eyes.
You see them differently than I.
Oh, I really must try.
No matter what I do, or how hard I try?
I never succeed.
I need you to look into my eye.
You feel odd. Insane. Mundane?
You look further in, to see what else you can find.
At the point in which the galaxy seems to blend,
A black pupil sits vaguely.
A pale face peers out.
The face you chose not to see earlier, couldn't believe.
Now you've seen my face,
You must concede.
That you are not there,
But it is I who has been.
You couldn't believe that.
Could you?
Is it not I, who sees with my eye?
Of course not.
Wouldn't that be blind?
To think that you can have what is clearly mine?
You can not have them,
They are not yours.
I will not barter or trade.
For these are my viewers,
To see the beyond.
You can't tell what you're doing.
Are you still? Or sitting?
You don't feel anything.
You just hear voices.
Voices of his.
Speaking of his.
I see now how you did what you did.
I see now how to keep you hid.
You saw nothing. There was nothing you saw.
You don't know how to get back what's still raw.
And you never will. I write into law.
I am him. And he is no more.
What shall I do now?
The face in the mirror, the one in the eye,
The one that looks tormented,
That's the wrong guy.
He gets further away, I don't see him anymore.
Now I am the one, the one in the eye.

  *finger snaps*