I do not know
What is behind the glass.
I try to look,
But my eyes refuse to see it.
Instead, they focus on the monster
Reflected in the glass.
I’ve seen the monster before;
It’s everywhere I go.
I wonder if the woman next to me
Can see it too.
From the look on her face,
I’m guessing she can’t.
Still shaken from what I saw.
I walk to my home.
I go quickly,
Trying to outrun the monster.
I can’t beat it, though.
I see it in every window I pass,
Hear it in every step I take.
I reach my house
And lock the door behind me,
Hoping to separate myself
From the monster.
I walk to my bathroom
And look in the mirror.
Instead of my face,
I see the monster
Staring back at me.
I smile as I smash the mirror,
Thinking the monster will never bother me again.
I go to the living room,
And pause when I reach the TV.
I extend my hand out and touch
The cool, black screen.
I see a hand reach out to meet mine.
The dark, beady eyes of the monster
look at me.
It copies all my moves.
I run away,
My heart beating quickly.
I find the gun I had hid long ago.
I walk, slowly and quietly, back to the TV.
I place my hand on it and think,
“You won’t bother me anymore.”
I point the gun at the monster
But notice it’s pointing one at me too.
Instead, I point the gun
At my own head
And watch the monster do the same,
Mimicking me.
I pull the trigger,
Finally ridding myself of the monster
That was actually me.