Mirrors | Shresth Goyal (9)

Some mornings when I look in the mirror,

I don't see me, but instead an exact clone of me.

Something I just can't understand at 6 in the morning

I smile in the mirror, to see if I'm the real one 

but the person that smiles back at me

feels like a stranger 

trying very hard to look just like me.

It’s insane how easy it is

to trust what’s right in front of us,

how little time people think

to call it the truth while denying

all the lies they have been told.

When I walk away,

something feel like it's missing,

As though the mirror has taken

my soul and identity.