(not) A Poem

These are words I typed for the sake of typing (enjoy)

“I’m not here to entertain you, my mirror gives me applause”

Stand. pose. applaud.

my mirror thinks I’m a star

my talent is at a level ten

I stand. pose. and start again

but those aren’t all the creative abilities I possess

I can dance, sing, and express myself to my mirror

I bring my mirror to tears and smiles all in one performance

my concerts, stunts, and depictions so detailed

echos of “encore” feed my ego, and I bow with gratitude

because my mirror understands where I’m coming from

I’m accepted by this one person crowd

and I feel as if I could reappear to this audience again, so I do

my mirror’s my emotional clutch, So I don’t need you