The More Of Me In There, The Merrier It Would Be Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am happy
i am telling the mirror
who is always silent about whatever i say
since it only reflects me
a silent movie,

i am happy i reasoned out because
i do not care.
because i do not mind what hurts me.
because when you hurt me i always respond
by deleting you from my world
and then you do not exist and then when you
are in pain
i always say i do not know you
i haven't heard about you.

and that is what is peace to us.
did i not get you right when you said that
i have nothing to do with your decisions
since it is yours then it will always be yours
whatever it means.

and i always repeat what my teacher used to say
hell is other people.

today i write something personal.
it has nothing to do with you.
it is indeed impersonal, it has
nothing to do with me either.

you see, i only get what i see.
i do not even say a word to avoid any judgment.
i am amazed i am telling myself in front of the mirror.
i am curious. You see, i have no feelings at all.

for now i am the mirror myself
reflecting everything away from what arrives on me
they pass through me and i do not hold anything.
i let them all go, as i delve deeper into the silence
of my own glass.

birds sometimes mistake me as a window.
and i really did not mind it when they hit me and then die.
it happens most of the time.
i expect it and it means nothing at all.

and so i always talk to myself.
and i am telling you, i am happier that way.
i do not need you. i do not need anybody.

if a stone, by chance hits and breaks me into pieces,
do not worry. i become many, and as the saying goes,
the more of me in there, the merrier it would be.