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“We need to talk,” he says.

“What? Now?”

“Yes, now.”

“I’m in the middle of something.”

“That’s exactly why we need to talk.”

I excuse myself without hesitation,
And abandon the confrontation.
It’s time for some consultation.

I go to my bedroom,
And enter the bathroom.
He is there, waiting for me.

We stare at each other for a while.
He’s always there, but we haven’t spoken in a while.

I tilt my head up higher,
He does the same.
A sight to admire,
We look very much the same.

He looks angry;
I guess we feel the same way too.
So I simmer down,
And he calms down too.

He asks, “You look better that way, right?”

He’s right, I do.

I ask, “Why did you interrupt my meeting?”

“You looked like a fool.”

“And I guess you are the master of cool,” I say.

“Confrontation wastes time,” he says.

“And you are wasting mine. What’s your point?”

“Don’t let emotions overpower your intelligence.”

I nod.

“That’s all I’m saying,” he concludes.

The truth hurts.

I was losing it.
I know my right to freedom,
And they were abusing it.

They insulted me.
The attack reached the inner depths of my heart.
Everyone is entitled to an opinion.
I know that.
And to retaliate would be defeat, on my part.

So I don’t go back to the person I was arguing with,
Because the man in the mirror took me out of the situation,
And changed the way I was viewing it.