Amnesiac Identity
Surrounded by quiet chaos
Walking pass people, unseen
A reflection appears before me
Thick and thin at the same time
Not short nor tall
The hair, it seems, cascades down as rushing waves
Standing stiffly, unsure what to say
Two dark orbs stared back at me
Every angle, every side is perfectly flawless
Flawless combined with the imperfections
Easy to understand, hard to focus on once again
I blinked once, twice, then 12 other times
Vanished as I close my eyes and I reopen
Surrounded by quiet chaos
This poem is about:
Me