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?”