2 halves of a Whole

What is a reflection?

if you have two?

Neon bright eyes,

eyes of the dead.

Blue sky eyes,

innocent, naive, wanting.

All this, from a stray wire.

Snow white hair,

bleached stark by electricity.

Raven black locks,

hiding my face, my eyes, my heart.

Young, but old.

Alive, but dead.

Good, but cursed,

With a hero's heart

With a hero's curse.

Why can't I save everyone?

Why can't I stop everyone?

Why do you have to hurt those I love the most?

Sam, Tucker, Jazz, Mom, Dad.

You are my world.

My balance between

bright, bright death and the anonymity of the norm.

But, then what am I, if I am not just one, but

two halves of a new whole.

-A Danny Phantom inspired poem