The Critic

Issue date: 3/5/10 Section: Entertainment

I stand before myself

And I stare

Into my eyes

Searching for life

When it seems I have

None.

I often have to wonder

If it's really me

Staring back out

Or,

Am I the reflection

Of the person staring back at me?

But a reflection disappears

When you move past the puddle.

So if she moves,

Will I vanish?

Am I the reflection

Of the person staring back at me?

So I'll just stand here,

Staring at myself,

Until one of us,

decides to move.

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