20. MY REFLECTION I walk into my apartment after an exhausting day.
As I step inside,
The only ray of light is through that small crack of the open door.
And then,
There,
In the middle of the darkness,
Greeting me is my own reflection on a giant mirror.
That person on the other side,
Is it really me?
My worn out self with those pale eyes and hunched over shoulders.
I can hardly bear to look at my own reflection anymore.
Why do I barely recognize myself?
This is you.
This is what you’ve become.
What’s the matter with you?
Stop looking so pitiful.
Don’t stare at me with your haggard self like that.
I don’t know you anymore.
It speaks to me,
With a voice much like my own,
It insists,
You really are lonely, aren’t you?
There is no one who actually cares about you,
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