This Is Not Me
by Melanie Richards

The glass is silver
With a frosted chill of remembrance of my manifestation
This cannot be who I am
It’s just the plaster and the plastic
With the cracks running through
It is not the light shining brightly
Concealed in the twisted channels of thought
It is not my innocence or vivid inner eye
It is a lie—this mirror cannot tell the truth
It doesn’t know who I am

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Poem Copyright © 2003 by Melanie Richards

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