Out Of Step Poem by Brooke Renwick

Out Of Step

I pass a window
and see my reflection
split into three:
the self I am,
the self they imagine,
and the self shrinking
between them.

Wednesday, April 8, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: paranoid,judgement
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Brooke Renwick

Brooke Renwick

Sydney, Australia
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