I look at the mirror;
but I can't find myself.
So, this time, I'm going to add just more two of the poems in the series.
VII: The search
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I've only reached my shadow,
I just saw my shadow,
that's all I could get.
But your smile,
your face...
I haven't found.
Nonetheless,
I haven't stopped.
I still search for you,
in the oceans,
in the continents,
I search for your love.
In thought,
in reality,
I search for your presence.
In space
and time,
I still search for your existence.
Everywhere,
every hour,
I search blindly.
Even if it hurts,
even if I fight,
I search for you without hesitation,
without thinking,
without wanting,
by instinct;
because it's stronger than me,
because I can't help it,
because I suffer without you.
Which reasons,
which fears
drive me to search for you?
I don't know it.
I just know
I search for you.
I just saw my shadow,
that's all I could get.
But your smile,
your face...
I haven't found.
Nonetheless,
I haven't stopped.
I still search for you,
in the oceans,
in the continents,
I search for your love.
In thought,
in reality,
I search for your presence.
In space
and time,
I still search for your existence.
Everywhere,
every hour,
I search blindly.
Even if it hurts,
even if I fight,
I search for you without hesitation,
without thinking,
without wanting,
by instinct;
because it's stronger than me,
because I can't help it,
because I suffer without you.
Which reasons,
which fears
drive me to search for you?
I don't know it.
I just know
I search for you.
VIII: Undefined for me
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I don't know who I am;
I don't know what I do;
I don't know what I feel;
I don't know who I see in the mirror.
I don't know why I am;
I don't know why I do;
I don't know why I don't feel;
I don't know why I still look at the mirror.
I don't know where I am;
I don't know when I am;
I don't now what I'm for;
I don't know why I'm still here.
I look at the mirror;
but I can't find myself.
I search,
but I can't find myself.
Undefined I am;
I'm nothing for me.
I look in vain,
I search in vain;
I don't know who I am.
It's weird:
It seems it's me who's in the mirror...
I'm not who I am.
I know it was all in vain,
But it wasn't my fault, it was
who-I'm-not's.
Everything I felt
wasn't felt by me; no, it was
another person.
Every stupid thing,
every mistake was made by
who I'm not.
It's all because of the one
I see in the mirror,
who I'm not.
But who am I?
I don't know what I do;
I don't know what I feel;
I don't know who I see in the mirror.
I don't know why I am;
I don't know why I do;
I don't know why I don't feel;
I don't know why I still look at the mirror.
I don't know where I am;
I don't know when I am;
I don't now what I'm for;
I don't know why I'm still here.
I look at the mirror;
but I can't find myself.
I search,
but I can't find myself.
Undefined I am;
I'm nothing for me.
I look in vain,
I search in vain;
I don't know who I am.
It's weird:
It seems it's me who's in the mirror...
I'm not who I am.
I know it was all in vain,
But it wasn't my fault, it was
who-I'm-not's.
Everything I felt
wasn't felt by me; no, it was
another person.
Every stupid thing,
every mistake was made by
who I'm not.
It's all because of the one
I see in the mirror,
who I'm not.
But who am I?
To be continued...
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Not accordingly to predicted, I'll stop commenting my poems, as they may restrain their readers' own interpretation, plus showing lack of humility and giving a lot of unnecessary work to me. Thanks for reading and, if you happen to read my poems, please comment!