You’re gazing in the mirror and what do you see?
You’re seeing a person other than you.
You blink. You look again.
And yet again you see a person other than you.
You see a person that hasn’t been shaped by you.
A person shaped by hidden secrets and rumors about you.
Old and new. Good and bad.
You stop staring at this somebody, that you don’t know.
You cast your eyes away and seal the doors on every mirror you see, that shows a person,
a person other than you.
You go back to bed.
To sleep, to remember and dream of what you did on that single day
Or at the remembrance of you past.
Just to rise once again.
And stare in a mirror.
Looking at a person.
That’s not you.
You wonder who it is.
But yet again,
you still don’t know
Who is who.