I'm looking at the painting
By an unknown artist.
It clearly depicts every thing.
This is the art of a master.
The picture shows a girl.
She looks so great.
She lives in her own little world,
Fenced in with narrow frames.
Her blue eyes are sad,
It feels like tears are about to roll.
Her face is full of pain,
Like something's going wrong.
Her skin is pale,
And her hands are thin.
Feels like she needs help,
But can't say anything.
Wait! Is it just me, or did she blink?
I swear, she just moved again.
There is a wet spot on her cheek.
I guess it's because of the pain.
And just now I noticed,
That the picture is too smooth.
Its surface is glossy.
Just take a look!
She isn't stop moving.
And there is surprise in her eyes.
She's mimicking my movements,
As if we are one.
I was watching her for about an hour.
But she didn't move anymore.
My head was filled with thoughts and doubts,
Until I asked, - what are you waiting for?
At that very moment, she asked me the same thing,
And I was horrified.
But finally I understood everything, -
I've lost my mind...
I found out who owns the picture,
And realized what was the reason.
This strange creature
Is my reflection in the mirror.