Fragment

Think I see me and
he stares back blue.
I feel some glimmer,
recognition,
that now feels untrue.

My reflection black
just why is that?
I'm lost: who is he?
He is not me.

Recognition blurs,
blue blurs to gold.
I don't understand.

Silver and gold mix.
Fragment revealed.

Sonic…the faker?

Disclaimer: I do not own Sonic Team or its related parts.

No comments about rhyming please. This poem works with 5-4-5 syllables and shrinking stanzas.