My Twin (Poem)
Btw if u think of a title please do tell cuz i suck at giving names
"Who are you?"
I ask her,
The girl that suddenly appeared in front of me
"Who are you?"
She responds.
How come I feel her so close?
I have never seen her before,
But, I feel like I've known her since I was born.
"Do I know you?" I ask.
She asks the same question right back at me.
"I think I've seen you somewhere" I say.
She says so too…
Something is out here.
This is a mirror,
This girl is on the other side of a mirror.
No, this cant be right
That girl is not me…
What is the trick here?
"You are not me" I yell at her.
She yells back.
I'm not her, so she can't be me
We are two different people,
But, if we are,
Where is my reflection?
Is this just glass, and not a mirror?
She paces back and forth in front of the mirror,
I can't help but do the same.
I stop and look at her.
Amazingly, she does the same.
She does not look like me, there is no way.
"I don’t believe this" She says.
That’s odd; I thought I had said that.
Apparently she is just as surprised as I am.
And just as frustrated.
Who am I now?
After 20 minutes,
We both sit down on the floor in front of the mirror.
I am trying to figure her out.
She looks sad, there is more to her than meets the eye.
This cant be me, I keep thinking.
I've decided not to talk,
Because every time I do she says the same.
Is she playing games with me?
Two hours is very long for a game.
But she looks so familiar.
I know her from somewhere, I know I do,
But I just can't remember from where
Apparently she is having the same dilemma I am.
She looks nothing like me.
I wonder why I've wasted four hours on this.
"Please, tell me" She looks just as desperate as I am.
"Am I… are you…me?" She asks, and I ask too…
"I think you are" We say
Her eyes are now filled with tears,
Because she just realized what she's become.
"I won't believe it" We cry.
"How did you end up like this?" I ask her.
Silly me, she knows just as much as I do.
"I don’t know, so shut up" We yell.
She looks so fragile,
I'm afraid she might break.
She looks so broken now,
It breaks my heart to watch her cry.
"Everything's going to be fine."
I reach out and try to touch her.
She does the same.
But all we manage to do is touch
The cold glass in front of us.
She breaks down and starts sobbing again.
I feel sorry for her, she looks disoriented.
If only I could break the glass between us
And comfort her for a while.
She must be alone; she's been gone for six hours now.
Someone would look for her.
I don’t dare look into her eyes.
I'm afraid of what I might find there.
How did I become her?
How did I become that image in front of me?
How long has it been since I looked into a mirror?
"Who are you?"
I ask her,
The girl that suddenly appeared in front of me
"Who are you?"
She responds.
How come I feel her so close?
I have never seen her before,
But, I feel like I've known her since I was born.
"Do I know you?" I ask.
She asks the same question right back at me.
"I think I've seen you somewhere" I say.
She says so too…
Something is out here.
This is a mirror,
This girl is on the other side of a mirror.
No, this cant be right
That girl is not me…
What is the trick here?
"You are not me" I yell at her.
She yells back.
I'm not her, so she can't be me
We are two different people,
But, if we are,
Where is my reflection?
Is this just glass, and not a mirror?
She paces back and forth in front of the mirror,
I can't help but do the same.
I stop and look at her.
Amazingly, she does the same.
She does not look like me, there is no way.
"I don’t believe this" She says.
That’s odd; I thought I had said that.
Apparently she is just as surprised as I am.
And just as frustrated.
Who am I now?
After 20 minutes,
We both sit down on the floor in front of the mirror.
I am trying to figure her out.
She looks sad, there is more to her than meets the eye.
This cant be me, I keep thinking.
I've decided not to talk,
Because every time I do she says the same.
Is she playing games with me?
Two hours is very long for a game.
But she looks so familiar.
I know her from somewhere, I know I do,
But I just can't remember from where
Apparently she is having the same dilemma I am.
She looks nothing like me.
I wonder why I've wasted four hours on this.
"Please, tell me" She looks just as desperate as I am.
"Am I… are you…me?" She asks, and I ask too…
"I think you are" We say
Her eyes are now filled with tears,
Because she just realized what she's become.
"I won't believe it" We cry.
"How did you end up like this?" I ask her.
Silly me, she knows just as much as I do.
"I don’t know, so shut up" We yell.
She looks so fragile,
I'm afraid she might break.
She looks so broken now,
It breaks my heart to watch her cry.
"Everything's going to be fine."
I reach out and try to touch her.
She does the same.
But all we manage to do is touch
The cold glass in front of us.
She breaks down and starts sobbing again.
I feel sorry for her, she looks disoriented.
If only I could break the glass between us
And comfort her for a while.
She must be alone; she's been gone for six hours now.
Someone would look for her.
I don’t dare look into her eyes.
I'm afraid of what I might find there.
How did I become her?
How did I become that image in front of me?
How long has it been since I looked into a mirror?
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that poem was very good. You should name it my twin.Posted 01-17-2009 at 08:33 AM by Zekemang
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is a good poem .hm don't know ..i have problemes 2 that why all my poems accept one was no namePosted 01-17-2009 at 08:47 AM by Dany1908 -
ohh i like that name!! thanks!!Posted 01-18-2009 at 05:18 AM by susa_24
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