Just like the mirror, it works I realize.

I look at my hands, I feel so strange. 

I look into the mirror and realize I am more than just what I see as my hands. 

I see my face, my nose, my eyes, my body. 

I see my image.

I raise my hand and touch my nose. 

The person in the mirror does the same. 

I realize it is me. 

I now know where I began and where I end. 

I smile and the person in the mirror smiles back. 

I notice a pimple on my face and cover it with foundation to appear like the one I like. 

I see myself as if I am seeing somebody else. 

I walk out of the room. 

I smile at the person on the street. 

The person smiles back. 

Just like the mirror. 

It works I realize. 

I meet a lady complaining about traffic at the grocery store. 

I nod and agree to what she is saying.

Suddenly she seems calmer and nods back. 

Just like the mirror. 

It works I realize. 

I walk to the clothing store and pick up a pair of jeans. 

I wear and see, feel happy and hit back the streets again. 

I see a young girl, my age, appreciate my new look.

I look at her confidently and thank her. 

I look just like her. 

Just like the mirror.

It works I realize. 

I enter the cafe and join my friends. 

They are talking about the college breakups. 

They pause and ask for my opinion on it. 

I join the gossips and I feel good. 

They all agree and offer me a drink. 

Just like the mirror. 

It works I realize. 

On my way back home, I curse the traffic as I go. 

I imagine the heavenly roads and humanly traffics of some other country. 

I horn like animals and break the signal because I am in a hurry. 

I justify and I move on. I ignore some part of me like the pimple on the face. 

Just like the mirror. 

It works I realize. 

I join the protest, I update my status. I tell my friends and smile when they like my posts. 

I do all that and more, I hate when I am criticized and I ignore those who tell me otherwise. 

I go to depths to find reasons for how the society is evil. 

I choose friends, probe people to justify how society is worse than I am. 

I do all this and more. Just like the mirror. 

It works I realize. 

And when I am alone, on my own. 

I love watching movies in my mind. 

Of my past, of my future. If things are bad. 

I like the victim of the movie because its me. 

I realize she is the victim so she deserves better. 

She looks like that person from the mirror. 

Just like the mirror. 

It works I realize. 

On my death bed, I struggle and struggle. 

It is not the pain but the fear of dying. 

I won't exist I realize. 

There is no mirror as I lay on my death bed. 

There is no mirror. No person. No memory. No excuse. 

For the first time I see. I am not me. 

I realize I am not the person in the mirror. 

I am that pimple, that scar, that part of me that I ignored. 

I am that voice of others that I ignored. 

I am the horn, the breaking of traffic light that I justified. 

I am not the perfect me as the mirror told me so. 

All my life, I carefully chose the validation from the mirror, from others. 

All my life, I lived the wrong me. 

All my life, I silenced the Real Me. 

As the angel of death approaches, I question about the Death of this Life. 

He smiles and says, you could have lived if only you did not believe the mirror that day. 

For if you had shattered the mirror that day, you would have lived forever as You. 

With that, he picked a little stone from the ground. Threw it on the mirror, shattering the image of me. 

I felt dead. I felt Nothing. I became Nothing and in it, I became Everything. 

With death, came the Life I could have lived. 

With death, came the Liberation I could have lived. 

For only and when we die to our egos in the mirror 

Do we start Living and Feeling The Souls that we are. 

With this I finish, as I sip my coffee. 

Taking another validation of my perfection from the world. 

Just like the mirror

It works I realize..