i see
the world reflected
in the windows of
the brass skyscraper
and can’t help
but wonder
which is
the reflection

am i a figment
unknowingly traversing
a backwards land
is this the reason
i have never truly
felt as if i
ever fit in

does happiness
live in the reflection
shimmering behind
a glass barrier
intoxicatingly
just beyond reach

was i tossed
into a mirror
and that’s why
i cannot see myself

i likely will
never know