NEMESIS I stare hard into the face of he who detests me, he who rejects me, he who tortures me, he who ridicules me. My anger grows as I think to the past, those who he spoke to have turned against me, those who he looked at have been repulsed by me. My hatred for him grows inside me, Sickened by the sight, knowing I can't bear to keep his glance, I turn from the mirror. -Mike Thomas