I'm standing in a room of mirrors;
I am the only one here,
but not the only reflection.
Look to my left and see green eyes.
Turn to my right and see black eyes.
Peer over my shoulder and see blue eyes.
Lift my head to hazel eyes.
In front of me are brown eyes -
my eyes.
All at once the eyes reach out.
Green eyes place a hand on my shoulder.
Black eyes grab my wrist.
Blue eyes claw at my ankles.
Hazel eyes cradle my face.
Brown eyes look into mine.
She doesn't reach for me,
doesn't even smile as
she turns and walks away.
I take a step for her,
but the hands hold me like chains.
She looks over her shoulder with disgust,
then disappears into nothing.
I'm standing in a room of mirrors;
every reflection but my own.
Who am I
now that my own self has left me?