Circumspecte

I bumped into myself the other day I said sorry and almost walked on But there was something strikingly familiar That made me wonder where I knew this stranger So I turned back to call her And there she stood wearing this wistful smile “You didn’t even recognize me did you?” The sadness in her voice was almost painful to hear “I’m sorry but who are you?” I asked She shook her head but answered all the same I am she who you see when into a mirror you look Tis sad you do not know me for I am you “My image you mean? That’s what I see in a mirror” “Nay – I am more than just the image you see in a mirror I am what you should have been working on Instead of your image, how others see you I am your personality, the entirety of your emotions Your thoughts, beliefs, emotions and perceptions I am the part of you that cries, that feels I am the you you do not know I am thin even though your flesh is not I have been starved of attention for so long Whilst you worked on what others see Your face, y...