reflection in the mirror staring back at me doesnt look anything like me am i crazy? am i me? whats going on here is this reflection me?? or a stranger staring back at me why cant i see the real me? why cant i see anything but this image in the mirror whats going on? am i clued in to what is happening or am i stuck in this loophole just to stay in this dark hole and never be seen again?
hi there this is a great piece i like the explaining in words, of longing to understand..yourself or ones self. the human .. you are you ..what ever changes take place . keep writing. lovenpeace from saff.
thanks. I wrote this when i was really confused on who i was or am. It kinda came to me and wanted to put it in words. Thanks for the comment. Ashhy
lol okay what is going on here??? Where do you get im a monkey?? I didnt even mention any monkey in my poem. Just trying to figure that out.
okay... i still dont get why that would go with my poem. Mine is about how i feel not any actual animals.
The monkey thing is actually kind of an interesting interpretation, I think. It's quite easy to imagine a monkey (though monkeys don't notice their reflections, chimps do inconsistently; orangutans regularly) looking at itself and wondering. Looked at in that light, it's almost a piece about the nature of consciousness, rather than a snapshot of inner turmoil.
