The Room With a Mirror
A girl walks into a room
“I see nothing,” she says.
But she notices one thing
“A mirror…”
But it’s not what she expected
She started to talk to herself
“It doesn’t reflect.”
“It doesn’t reflect me at least.”
She looks closely at the mirror
“I see someone.”
“Something.”
“But it isn’t me.”
“I see a person”
“Or at least I think it’s a person.”
She thinks to herself
“A beautiful person” she starts to think
One that looks familiar to her
She watches her
The girl in the mirror doesn’t watch back
She looks into the mirror seeing the girl doing all sorts of things
The girl watching the mirror started thinking
It’s like a flashback
I see someone who’s kind
Someone who’s smart
Generous
I see her do all these things.
They seem familiar
Things I couldn’t possibly do as well
Is this a mirror I’m looking through?
I can’t see myself
All I see is this person.
“Aren’t mirrors supposed to reflect whatever in front of it?”