NaPoWriMo Day 15: Little Shade here, Little Shade There

My trust is like glass, once you break it you can't fix that shit for shit, so
"Twin"
Methinks you can try, but I'll always be a few disappointments better.
How does your blood flow seeing as everything I am is always under your skin?
Now mortal,
I sin every time a mirror critiques its own reflection.

Never ask me to determine your value cause it'll be like you're sleeping with suicide
The more you ask me how you did the more you sing yourself into a sempiternal slumber.
Look on the other side of the musing so I can show you how blind your third eye is.
Methinks the lady doth protest too much.
Feed the right wolf and you will never have to ask a mirror how it views you.