Storms coming
And I'm so alone
I see people
But they're not connected to me
I wait for someone to notice
That I'm drifting away
But no one does
Maybe I'm invisible
I search for a mirror
So I can prove my existance to myself
I look carefully, scanning the ground
I find one
I bring it up cautiously to my face
I can hardly bear the suspense
Finally it's there
I'm too afraid to look
Someone runs into me
I look up to see who it was
But instead I see the mirror
Gathering my courage i try to look
But then a hoard of people
Run into me
Knocking the mirror to the ground
Shattering it
I then notice that people are running through me
I panic
I notice that I'm floating, hovering
I see that what I thought was my reflection at last
Was my body
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem