"Too hard to want self"

[northernlights]

Too hard to want

Self, want what is

same. Reflection there

dripping in glass pane.

Eyes and ears 'round

Blind, deaf to my shame,

While self rejects

Mirror image.

Floating names.

 

Playing games.

 

In here I touch

But glass feels cold.

Out, fingers bound

and feet perform, jagged

Pieces on the ground.

[Spugly Fuglet]

I like this one very much

[Ms. Babydoll]

I really like the cold feeling I get when I read this poem, you describe everything with such detail, well done, keep it up

[yeawutever]

I like it too!!!!!