You see the face on the wall inside the frame
Whichever way you move, it moves the same
You look and see that you are looking back
There's nothing which this image seems to lack
You walk away and see you walk away
Behind the wall is where your image stays
Psychotic you,compelled to be alone
You don't want yourself following you around your home
You smash the glass,it breaks without a sound
Your face,a million glass reflections on the ground
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.



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