See Through

By Shalini C

My eyes drift to the jewel encrusted mirrors behind the glass

I see myself staring back at me, longing for something

I wonder can others see me too?

Am I the mirror or am I glass?

Can the world see me or am I see through?

I turn and walk down the street, to my workplace

I sit at the edge of my seat and dart around

Everyone’s either engrossed in those tiny rectangular boxes

Which somehow emit light or having a good time with their friends.

My heart winces when I see a bunch of gals giggling and chatting.

I wonder how that feels like.

How is it that in a crowd full of people,

I still feel alone?

I so desperately want them to talk to me

So I pass a comment then attempt to make a joke

They jerk around a bit and went back to their conversation

Did they hear me? I think.

Although I know the answer to that all too well

They see, they hear, they ignore.

The story of my life

Can you see me?

I am perfect

Perfectly broken

Can you hear me?

My speech is clear

Clearly inaudible

I see myself staring back at me from

The depths of a river

I wonder, can you see me too?

Or am I see through?

By Shalini C