In My Mirror...

He doesn’t look like me:

The boy that I see.

For he seems sad,

Desolate like a lonely blossom.

Eyes tearful, and sad,

Oozing with emotions,

Amazed and angry at once, as if,

At the world, the people, them all.

Bent spine, hair unkempt,

Dressed in a hurry or bothered not,

Stolid and stunned, but why?

He is not happy, for sure.

No friends? Probably,

Or something else.

Maybe he wants something.

Love, is it that I see?

Life is futile, he thinks,

As he idles around

And does nothing but think.

“Cogito Ergo Doleo”, he says.

A lonely figure he is,

And behind him, total darkness.

Never once does he smile

In true happiness, that is.

For years he has been the same,

He grew and with him, his sorrows.

Thinking and sinking into himself,

The boy I see, in my mirror…