Someone Poem by Anna Osipova

Someone in the mirror on the wall
Looks at me with idiotic smile,
Mocks at gestures, face, and all in all
Doesn't seem to be in clear mind,
Follows me all day, continues laughing,
From shop-windows, glasses, puddles, pond,
Even when I'm eating morning muffins
He is in my plate… I think we're bond.
Someone in the mirror drives me nuts
Every day from morning till the eve…
And I can't resist a strange surmise:
Sometimes I suspect that he is me.