What can be seen, is me.

I've done it a thousand times.

Standing before my own reflection

Asking the same question

Every time.

What has changed

For me to be

So strange

"Hey you? Are you me?"

What I see

Is different

Is that person

Truly me?

Short brown hair

Tanned skin

Big ears

And a startling glare.

No wait.

Tarnished hazel glare

Darkened and burned skin

An expression of doomed fate.

I see two.

One is me

But who are you?

Your smile so devious

Your eyes showing rage

Your gait showing confidence

And then yet,

There is me,

A kindred smile

Eyes calling you close

A shy shambling shuffling gait.

I am me,

But who are you?

I see me

And then I see you.

You mimic my movements.

You exaggerate my expressions.

You copy my thoughts,

Yet we differ so much.

They say I'm kind

They say I'm nice

They say I'm funny

They say I'm sweet

I see your evil

I see your loneliness

I see your pain

I see you sorrow.

What is it that is there

Where my reflection should be

Is it you

Or are you me?

Thanks for the wonderful ending to my year. Its been a blast ever since i joined the pub.