What am I? A slave. A slave to everything you do, and
everything you say. I have no control,
no reason as to why I must listen to you and mimic what you say. I don’t know your thoughts, but here I am at
your command. I’ll do what you wish, but
only because I can’t do otherwise. You
make the decisions and you get to enjoy them, while I, doing my perfect
impression of you, get to spend the time wondering why. But what am I to do? I’m only your reflection. I’m in every mirror, shiny object, or pond
you pass by. You look at me when you
pick out our imperfections, or when you’re brushing your teeth. Other times, you don’t even notice me as I
ripple through the slow current of the stream.
I know you like no other, yet know nothing about you. Your actions are a mystery, but I know
exactly what you’ll do. We’ve grown up
together, spent every moment of our lives together, but you’ve never actually
talked to me.
What I’d do for some control, a chance
to think for my own. I’ve copied your
mistakes all your life; I want to make my own.
I want to know what it’s like to kiss someone you love, and go exploring
for something that I’m passionate for! I
want that power to think for myself. One
day. One day you’ll see me doing what I
want. One day I’ll run my fingers
through grass, and laugh at something funny.
Truth is I may be you, but you are definitely not me. One day I’ll break the bondage of the
reflections of the world, and you’ll see what it’s like to be in our
shoes. One day.
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