"Whose that?"
Who who?
"That girl. The girl with a ponytail."
Oh, she tells some tales.
"Why does she look so sad?"
I don't know, maybe she's mad?
"She's frowning."
She's never smiling.
"Do you know her?"
Shrugged, she's always looking.
"Where? At something?"
No, just some things.
"Her hair. It's so long."
It covers her face, such a bore.
"Do you know anything more?"
Well, She's a loner, that's for sure.
"What is she looking?"
No, she's booking.
"Booking?"
Reading
"Why?"
Dunno.
"Poor her."
Don't fret. She's just a let.
"I know. But Does she do some other things?"
She does Math.
"Why does she have hat?"
It's for a nap.
"Why would she need a hat?"
Because she's sad?
"Why? Does she talk? Or even bluff?"
Dunno, why are you asking so many stuff?
"Nothing. It's just that..."
I rub my eyes and blinked at the girl who sat on the chair in the reflection.
"She looks exactly like me."
YOU ARE READING
Life As I See it
PoetryI see with my two big eyes, a world full of life. Not the Earth or Outer space Or lies or regret. Secrets nor theory. What I see, Is just life as I see it.
