at the mirror

i know your weaks
you know mine
we spunk each other
we hurt each other
i know your virtues
you know mine
we use to love each other
but always will exist the proud
always we have our own paths
and discrepancies
you acuse me to beat hard
i acuse you to be selfish
at the end i can only see
two thinkers that are the same.

you say you try to show me your point
i say i try to accept it
you say my unability hurts
i say your ordinary choices hurt me too
no matter how much we talk
we are different points of sight
but at the end, my dear
we are exactly the same.