The Man In The Mirror

You know the very thoughts that I hold within You are entirely aware of every action and inaction of mine You make me believe you're always there, always! But you're not I don't really know you that well but then you seem to know me quite well from the way you stare right back anytime we meet. A quick glance at you and I can't stop wondering how disappointed you probably are in me. Your eyes are like mine, with identical gestures. I even try to copycat you when we meet or perhaps it's the other way round. You always leave, only to re-appear intermittently along the span of day, in the wash room, at the mart, in the bus, and along the street and even on my phone oft times. You are silent, and it makes me wonder if we are anything alike. You say nothing but only stare and this really scares me sometimes. I wonder if you're trying to get me a message that I'm not getting. Or perhaps, you're probably waiting for your turn to take over from me since you are indeed the perfect doppelganger. I so wish you could actually talk. That way I could ask you all those questions whirling vehemently in both my conscious and subconscious mind as though it were an incessant tornado. Funny enough, I miss you a lot oft times. Even though we are not the best of friends Thank goodness I have all the apparatus to summon you anytime I want to. Deep within, I believe we have something in common aside the identical physique even though I can't seem to figure out exactly what it is. We may be the same after all just separated by the dimensions of mere physics. I'd really like to try being you for a while, but I just don't know how. But until that time comes when I eventually master the art of being you, to live up to your standard, I guess it is what it is for now. Until then I'd spend every minute henceforth to know you well and acquaint myself better with you. For someway somehow, we are somewhat stuck with each other, you and I. The other me, the man in the mirror. -Francis, for Lagatinscribes