Strangers

There they stood

Copying me

Having a staring contest

We ran

But they followed.

We jumped up and down

So did they.

They called me copycats but

So did I.

They left when I left.

Mainly because the mirror fell.

Blog Reflection:

In my poem Strangers. I am talking about me in a mirror. I try not to tell the audience that it is a mirror not a random stranger copying every move I do. I wait till the last line to tell them that it is a mirror. I also give the audience a hint withthe picture of a cartoon character standing in front of a mirror. I thought of the idea of writing about this topic for my poem because of I was once reading a poem about real people who copied each other. After I read that poem a lightbulb hung over my head.