*Why chose to be in the mirror man*
Every time I look in the mirror
I see a person looking back at me
I want to know if that person supposed to be me
Because that person looks strange, scary, and different that I can’t even describe
And what the hell does that person keep staring at
What for? Is something wrong with me?
Asking myself where did that person come from?
I want to know what this person wants from me
Is that person ever going away?
It’s like everything I’m doing that person keeps on copying me
Only thing I’m so confuse about is why this person can’t never talk to me
Like I can’t never hear this person voice behind this thick glass
Let’s be real what happened, that person chose to come out
What would happen, do you think my life would be different and easier
I wonder what kind of place, or where this kind of place this person is living at? In the mirror?
Beside the mirror where else does this person even go or what else this person do
Does that person have hard life like me?
Does that person struggles the way I am right now?
Does that person know how it feels to have scars and bruises?
Can that person feel that I want a hug every morning when I wake up from my bad dreams?
Can that person give me a hand at least “what are you waiting for?”
If that person can’t even move or help me why can that person just stop following me?
And stop stalking me in this thick glass they called mirror
That sometimes part of me want to break it
But when I did it was only me who got hurt and almost bleed to death
Even If I tried my hardest to break it
That person just stay in one place like nothing never happen
Can’t even rescue me at all
What does that person even want then?
Why and what that person even doing here behind this glass
Why chose to be in the mirror though
Like I want to know
As soon I fall that person disappear
Please come out behind this thick glass whoever you are
And show yourself out
My dear friend
Poetry by RelDeo ( Falone)Jean Louis