Mirror You Me

When I look in the mirror, I disappear
behind that creature left still posing here
imposing on me to misidentify
what I’m snooping into. The easy lie
is that this thing is me. Nowhere near.

Shouldn’t a reflection be more clear
an image? Maybe the problem’s the ear
I’m using—my ear won’t listen to my eye
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀when I look in the mirror.

Or it’s my mirror’s audience. I fear
the changes if the looker becomes seer
enough to matter. Better I should try
to have your eyes be my glass, to go by
what you see. My vision’s what you steer
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀when I look in the mirror.

prompted by Daily Prompt: Mirror, Mirror
at the Daily Post

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One Response to Mirror You Me

  1. dnlsrl says:

    Reblogged this on Hasta Que mi Corazón Explote… | Until my Heart Explodes… and commented:
    Who is the one standing in the mirror?

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