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Who am I anyway?

Where am I going. Where have I been?

By Novel AllenPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 2 min read

Hello ME?

I awaken ev'ry morn, stare into the depths of me

Yet

The mirror reflects YOU!

A stranger on the other side, always

Smirking at my discontent

Many a morning have I stood

And stared long and hard at that mirrored reflection

The stranger stares back, mirrors my movements

Mirrors my bleary eyed disheveled features

Features which look a little bit worse for wear

Closer, closer I draw nigh to this reflected thing

I see the years within the tiny specks of sadness

Which try to hide behind your eyes

I see the mirrored me try it's best to hide a derisive smile

That tiny smile, does not belie the sad, mask the real

It simply mocks me, disdains me, taunts me with

Contumelious sneering which discomfits and agitates me

Someone I know not

Peers back at me, it

Walks like me, talks like me

But are you really me?

I think not. Not really!

I am a stranger in some alien corium

An alien dermis, pigmentation and cutis, it

Belies my true form and hides ME from ME

Why must I always be lost in YOU

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who is the realest of them all?

Why, the one inside the mirror

Why would you even ask?

The other is just a dream, a shadow

Floating there in space and time

You lie, bewitching and enchanting mirror

I am real, you are the dream

Believe what you will, vouchsafes the cruel mirror

Other me quietly withdraws within the shadows

The insolent charade within the mirror ends

I have dragged my tortured stare away

I can no longer see the reflected me

I look no more, she can see me no more

Now who is the real one, silly mirror

Yet

Why do I still not feel authentic and real

Deep, deep down inside the core of me

Maybe the cursed mirror is right

I left the real me stuck inside that mirror's depth

Some day I shall figure out how to fuse the two

Into one

Make myself feel wholesome

And combine the missing parts of US into...

Just ME!

Ours truly,

You and I.

performance poetry

About the Creator

Novel Allen

You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.

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  • Grz Colm3 years ago

    Phenomenal job Novel. Very creative & thoughtful.

  • Dylan 3 years ago

    Excellent Poetry!

  • This was so good! The flow the rhythm excellent job

  • Sid Aaron Hirji3 years ago

    love performance poetry-great read

  • Mariann Carroll3 years ago

    When we get older we start to question who we are, very relatable. Life experience does change our principles a little.

  • Donna Renee3 years ago

    I relate to this so much! That feeling of uncertainty, of disconnect and masking... This is definitely one of my favorites of yours!!

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