Reflections of Me

How do you see me?

As someone with good looks,

charm and wit?

That would be a joke,

wouldn’t it?

After all, you can’t see that,

you can’t see where I’m at.

If you don’t look at me,

do I disappear?

I am bright as the sun,

ready to show everyone

that what you see isn’t really me;

it’s a reflection,

a reflection of me.


Poem by Glen Sheppard, from Elvis Has Left the Building (2002).


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