More than a mirror.
Who am I?
Your friend. I know
that
much. I suppose I
should care.
I don’t. I’ve been
too many people’s friends.
It’s a losing game. I
never win.
So yeah, I’m your friend.
But I’m my friend too and that
comes first.
So yeah, I’m your friend.
For now.
© Anne Westlund
prompt: write a
self-portrait poem
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