Disclaimer: While I enjoy borrowing them, I do NOT own the rights to anything Invader Zim. I earn no monies from this and write with the utmost repect to the creators of the humorous cartoon we so dearly miss.
I hate my reflection.
It reminds me of what I am, of what I use to be.
The unruly scathe, once solid black, now peppered gray.
Weak, sensitive eyes, faded honey-brown, tired and worn.
Lean muscles still show through the wrinkled skin.
At least I grew into my head.
I hate my reflection.
It reminds me of what I am, of what I use to be.
Once I had hope and undying optimism
I was going to be the defender of earth.
Save it from all known and unknown forms of evil.
I hope I saved at least a few good souls.
I hate my reflection.
It reminds me of what I am, of what I use to be.
I created so many things to reach my goal.
Some have succeeded. Some have failed.
None have accomplished what I really wanted.
Of course, back then I didn't know what I really wanted.
I hate my reflection.
It reminds me of what I am, of what I use to be.
I was alone back then, am alone even now.
Surrounded by so many blind people.
Why couldn't they see the truth, so obvious to me?
I like to think I got through to at least someone.
I hate my reflection.
It reminds me of what I am, of what I use to be.
I'm haunted by my history.
A fitting punishment to the failure I am.
To who I should have been, but never could be
I miss my daughter. I miss my son.
I hate my reflection.
It reminds me of what I am, of what I use to be.
I avoid looking in the mirror to long.
The Great Professor Membrane.
Preventor of Chaos! Inventor of Super Toast!
And failure in fatherhood.
I hate my reflection.
It reminds me of what I am.