(maybe)
Many many Faces
all in one Reflection
staring back at me.
A pane of glass
I'd like to jump through.
Maybe on the Other Side
I'd find myself.
The one true Reflection
of who I am.
(or who i was?)

Maybe I could find out
where I went,
years ago
when I was forced to flee
from this side of the glass.

Maybe I could find
my Home,
where all of Us would join
in Union.
Solidarity.
I wouldn't be split,
I wouldn't be ed.
I would be whole,
like I was a long time ago.
(so far gone that i don't remember)

On that Other Side,
maybe I could be
Free.
Maybe I could Live.

(maybe)

copyright 2002 the Others

     

i am afraid to look in the mirror,
i never know who will be staring back.

this is what it is like to be more than one. multiple. i look in the mirror, and i never know who will be looking back at me. although i accept the Others, and rely on them, and like them, sometimes i just never know what the hell is going on in my own head. i have never had a true sense of self. perhaps because the original has been lost somewhere along the way. i just hope that she has not died.

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