She is not Me.

She is not Me

She looks just like me but she is not me.

I see her all the time we walk past each other often. Some times she glances in my direction, other times we pass each other in silence.

However there have been times when she would look directly at me, even stare me down.

She appears a little crazy pulling faces at me, thinking she is funny.

I see her for who she is just a copycat. She likes to mimic and pretend she’s cool but I know she is a fake. Constantly trying to outsmart me. There have also been occasions when she has winked and flirted with me. Even blowing me kisses, leaving me unsure of her intentions. Especially when more often than that she looks at me with an expression of disgust, like she doesn’t like what she sees in me.

This often makes me wonder why she looks at me at all.

I think I preferred when she would walk straight past without even a glance. She was certainly confusing to be around. It’s not like she ever spoke to me at least not in general.

Though there was that one time when she was super kind and supportive of me. It was like she knew I was worried. She said

“Hey you, you know you can achieve anything you set your mind to right?…. Look at me getting top grades in science…… You can do anything you set your mind to, you just have to believe in yourself, I believe in you…you’ve got this.”

Then she smiled at me encouragingly maybe she did like me after all. She had been so kind. I felt like she was routing for me to succeed. when I felt doubtful inside.

She had made me feel special, being supportive that way.

It was so much nicer than what she had said today.

Today all she had given me was a snide comment about something that wasn’t to her taste. In fact today she had been rather rude. I should have guessed her bad mood, when she came over to me with a disgusted look on her face.

“Ugh, look at that zit on your face. It’s horrible, maybe you should cover it up with some makeup.”

Jeez I had no idea how insulting she could be until today. I Just stared back at her in complete shock. I mean what could I have said to that?

What the hell was her problem anyway? Why had she even felt the need to be so mean?

After what she said to me today. I’m in no doubt and I really think it’s time we went our separate ways and never set eyes on each other again.

***

My name is Vicky and I really think I’ve upset someone. It’s time I admitted my wrongs.

This girl looks just like me, but she’s not me.

I see her all the time. We walk past each other often. Sometimes I glance in her direction other times we pass each other in silence.

However there have been times when I would look directly at her, I’ve even stared her down.

I’m sure I may have seemed a little crazy pulling faces at her. I thought she’d find it funny.

I see her for who she is just a copycat. I like to mimic and pretend I’m cool, but I know she is a fake. Constantly trying to outsmart me.

There have also been occasions when I have winked and flirted with her. Even blowing her kisses, my intentions were for fun.

Especially when more often than that she looks at me with an expression of disgust, like she doesn’t like what she sees in me.

This often makes me wonder why she looks at me at all.

I think I preferred when she would walk straight past without even a glance. She is certainly confusing to be around. It’s not like she ever spoke to me at least not in general.

Though there was that one time when I was super kind and supportive of her. It was like I knew she was worried. I said

“Hey you, you know you can achieve anything you set your mind to right?…. Look at me getting top grades in science…… You can do anything you set your mind to, you just have to believe in yourself, I believe in you…you’ve got this.”

Then she smiled at me encouragingly. Maybe she did like me after all. Though I had just been kind to her. I was routing for her to succeed. When I felt doubtful inside.

She had made me feel special, to be supportive that way.

It was so much nicer than what I had said today.

Today all I had given her was a snide comment about something that wasn’t to my taste. In fact today I have been rather rude. I shouldn’t have taken my bad mood out on her or given her that disgusted look. Nor should I have said to her.

“Ugh, look at that zit on your face. It’s horrible, maybe you should cover it up with some makeup.”

Jeez I had no idea how insulting I could be until today. She Just stared back at me in complete and utter shock. I mean what could she have said to that?

What the hell is my problem anyway? Why did I feel the need to be so mean?

After what I said to her today. I’m in no doubt and I really think it’s time we went our separate ways and never set eyes on each other again.

But I’m afraid to leave. If I walk away without dealing with my apparent zit issue. More people may point it out. So I’ll stay in here with her for now and hope that she can forgive me.

Now where did I put that makeup?

***

She’s back again. I see her in the mirror, the spitting image of myself. I know she’s my reflection. Mimicking all I do.

Although it’s at the same time. My mind does sometimes wonder if I really did it first? Questioning, Is it really you that always copies me?

I always thought it was, until the other day. When I swear you moved before me just a fraction of a second. Though I know that that’s impossible but it’s playing on my mind.

“So hello Vicky, I’m guessing that’s your name too, after all you are my reflection aren’t you?…ok we’re gonna try this one, two, three…”

We are standing face to face we both have the same eyes and every other detail. So far so good.

We move our faces side to side we’re in complete sync. I wink, you wink, I smile, you smile,I close one eye and so do you.

I’m so glad I was mistaken, we laugh along in harmony, at my own stupidity, you my reflection and me.

Just as I think it’s all safe again. I swear I see you moving first. My mind is playing tricks again. I close my eyes we open them, I close my eyes again. I wait a little longer I open one eye to see yours are both open. Yet you’re quick to close one rapidly.

We both open them together . I must be going mad.

However, the panic builds within me. I walk towards the door with you, or is it you with me?

I check again and so do you. I wave and you are waving too.

This time I will leave the room. But when I try to open it, the door is fixed tight shut. I go back to the mirror to take a little look.

Only in the mirror, I can see the door I just tried to open, is open in your room and you’re no longer there.

The realisation dawns on me, I’ve known it all along . You are not my reflection but Vicky. And I am actually your reflection.

The one you always look to before you start your day, to make sure you’re completely ready for the outside would, be it all supportive or like today’s harsh truth. You get to leave and see the world after our brief encounters. You look to me for reassurances and confirmation you’re ok. I sincerely doubt you ever think of me once you walk away. I’ve done my part while you’ve just moved along.

The reflection of your room is what keeps me waiting in this prison. For I know nothing but this mirrors inner boundaries.

The knowledge ,that I am only real when you’re here or take me off elsewhere. Hits me like a tsunami wave.

The truth is I’m nothing without you. I’m sorry that I hurt you and was mean the way I was. Now I’m inside here discovering at last, who I really am.

So I’ll wait again for you. Still trapped within my box until you once again return.

This time , You do return quite promptly carrying along with you that makeup in your hand. Which out of nowhere has also appeared within my very own.

Both our doors are closed again and I’m back in sync with you. Mimicking your every move because that’s what I do.

For I’m not actually you and you are also not me.

Instead You are a real person called Vicky and I just a mask, am your reflection.

The End.