"Am i myself..??"
I close the door.. I grab a chair. I look up in the mirror.. I see a silhouette, unrecognizable, peering through.. I dont see the beady eyes... I dont see the pursed lips.. Am i sad? I aint happy.. I dont feel the expressions.. I dont see a smile.. I dont feel an anguish.. The hair aren't strewn.. Am i awake? I aint in slumber.. I dont see an attire.. I dont see any prints..They appear eroded, faded.. Covered with ebony soot as if.. Am i achromatic? I aint much vibrant.. I dont like those lights.. They spread the luminance around.. Why waste it? I dont like sunlight.. Revealing the numbness.. Am i insecure? I aint much confident.. I like the night.. When its dark.. No soul breathes around.. Breathes under my neck.. Lets me be free.. To forage around.. Spread my wings.. Am i nocturnal? I aint luminiferous.. I am a mere reflection.. I dont feel your dismay, your shame.. I dont enjoy your ecstasy, your success.. Am i myself? I aint a stranger.. I do comprehend my consternation.. I wan