In art class everyone was asked to draw a self portrait of themselves.
The teacher handed each and everyone one of us a mirror.
Everyone started drawing themselves while looking up at the mirror a few times.
But I haven't started yet.
My page lays flat upon my desk with nothing on it and my pencil sits along with it.
I feel the teacher glare at me from across the room.
But I pay no attention to her.
Instead I focus on what's in front of me.
a mirror.
I pick up the mirror and my hand wraps tightly around the handle
as I stare with a blank expression into the glass.
But after staring for a while I place the mirror back on the desk
and I turn my gaze towards my paper.
I still feel the teachers eyes on me
as she walks from across the room over to my desk.
I feel her presence behind me
So I turn around.
"What?"
"Why aren't you drawing?"
"I can't."
"Why not?"
I glance over at the mirror sitting on my desk then look back up at her.
"Because the person I see in the mirror isn't me."
~k.w.a.v
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