Confrontation

I walked into the bathroom today
And something caught my attention
In the corner of my eye
I turned to look
And there it was,
Staring at me, looking about as puzzled
As I was.
And it was as if
I walked into another planet
And we were 2 aliens wondering
Either how did I get here or
How did they get here.
This meeting eventually became a duel
And we turned backs on each other
And we quickly turned around and fired our glances
(It was an ugly thing)
And I think if looks could kill we'd both be dead.
So I figured there was no use looking at this thing anymore
And I turned to the toilet
And it lost interest as well
And on my way out I shot a nasty glare at it
And it fired in return
And I was mad at it
And I felt a little sad for it too
Because I didn't have a real reason to be mad at it.
I was only mad because it was mad at me.
But anyways I left and that was that.