Milomi's world

Is that me in the mirror?
Winking, grinning, laughing,
Wearing a different face. A different
Way of life, not recognized,
Never followed
By myself.

Do we go by the same name?
Because we don’t fit
Clashing more horribly than a band out of tune
Writhing, chafing against chains,
That bind me to the me in my mirror.

But I know that is not me.

We still are in the same place,
Before the same walls with faded paints
The same room with messy sheets
Mimicking each other- playing out a long drawn game
Waiting to see who cracks first.

But what if the mirror cracks before we do?
Under the intensity of our gazes
Will I see enter another world
To strangle the me staring at myself in my mirror?
Or will the mirror shatter
And adorn my room with shards of what once was
An illusion?

That can’t be me in the mirror.
Talking, shrugging, singing,
Eyes twinkling on a different face. A different
Person altogether, not recognized,
Not mirrored
By myself.

Written by
Milomi.