My mirrors reflection

I'm dazed in despair, alone with no expression
higher than any other mountain
clouded in my sight
smelling like cologne and booze
slipped through my fingers
was my anguish towards you
ripped and bruised it was all over
paranoia took over and I realized I was you.

This poem is about: 
Me

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