Looking at a mirror

Who is this person?

I have never seen this person before.

This person looks just like me but we have never met.

 

 She is just like me,

But she will never talk.

I think I may have frightened her.

 

I look into this object and we meet again,

I bring my hand up and push it forwards.

She copies me

 

Our hands touch,

All I feel is coldness.

I am scared to look at her eyes.

 

I want to scream at her,

I want to break this image that has been created.

I want her to have some sort of expression.

 

I close my eyes and scream,

I yell at her for not saying anything

I cry out that she's just like the rest.

 

I open my eyes.

Her eyes are blank.

She stands there doing nothing.

 

I lean against a wall.

she does the same.

 

Only then do I realize

I'm going insane.

I'm screaming at nothing.

 

I try to say I'm sorry

It's to late for that.

Her image is fading,

Tears slide down my cheek.

 

I then tell myself,

 

I'm looking in a mirror.

The End

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