Run

What gives us direction

Is something we ourselves don't understand

We look at the mirror

Look at that stranger looking back at us

Smiling

Trying to make us comfortable

But I am taken aback

Who is he who looks at me?

Does he smile out of happiness?

Or he is making mockery of my life?

And I stare back at him

No, I am not scared

I may not know you today

But I have known you

Known your ways

Known you weakness

But the gaze is too piercing

And I take my shoes

and run away!