Today
I went to the museum
As always
It was the museum in my head
I visited it everyday
I stood in front of my favorite picture
It was a portrait
I hated this portrait
But I loved it
I needed it
I focused on the picture
I saw myself
I closed my eyes
I saw the picture
I opened my eyes
I saw myself
My eyes opened and closed
But myself and the picture were one and the same
I closed my eyes
I saw myself
I opened my eyes
I saw the portrait
Someone was running
Guy or girl
It couldn't be seen
But it was a girl
Because I was her and she was me
She was running
You would ask why
She wouldn't tell
She couldn't tell
Because she didn't know
She would never know
She would never turn around and see
Trapped in fear
Engulfed in pain
Swallowed in hatred
She was running
She would not be caught
My eyes fluttered
Open, closed, open, closed
It's funny
Perspective is a funny thing
Anything can mean so much to everyone
Open, closed, open, closed
The picture and myself were one and the same
My eyes could no longer tell the difference
She would always hide
She could not be seen
She would not be consumed
By what, she didn't know
But she refused
So she ran
But she never turned around
Because behind her was a mirror
She couldn't face it
So she always ran
But her reflection didn't leave
It would never leave
What you see is what you geet
Forever
You are stuck with what you see in the mirror
Open, closed, open, closed
My eyes could no longer tell the difference
The picture and myself were one and the same
It's funny
Perspective is a funny thing
Anything can mean so much to anyone
My thoughts were interrupted
"It's time to go," my mom said
I took one last look at myself
I closed my eyes and took one last look at the picture
"See you tomorrow," I said under my breath
I stepped away from the mirror
