*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
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