By: JD DeHart

From another room, I can see you
seeing me.  I only know what my
hands looks like, and I hate the sound
of my own voice recorded, reading
back to me.
I avoid mirrors when I can.
I also avoid mirror people, those who
want to reflect my failures back to me
instead of meditating their own shortcomings
to themselves like good human beings.
From another room, I see my room,
I wonder about the décor and how I decided
to arrange it.  What does it say about me?
Why am I the only one laughing right now?