You can't see the world through a mirror

Days have been feeling strange to me. I am alone most of the time, yet, quite content.
I look at myself a lot these days.
Sometimes I look at the mirror and wished the bump on my nose wasn't so big. Sometimes I brush my hair back and thought I'm the strangest looking creature on earth. Sometimes I wonder why I don't look like my mother at all when they all say I do. The truth is, I never really knew what I look like. I should stop looking at myself; after all, you can't see the world through a mirror.

I use to write.

A friend once said to me, that at the two ends of the rainbow, are two pots of gold. It was a rainy day; we were looking at the sky, soaked in joy, hope, youth. We weren't thinking about how days won't come back. We were thinking if we should take the rocket or the train.

I am sorry, for the longest time I have stopped looking. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of the shinning gold, but it disappears much too soon. Sometimes I dream of colors of the rainbow, and I can no longer tell if it was a dream or not. But from the bottom of my heart, I earnestly tell myself, that I will not linger in qualm. I will take the rocket, just like you did, my friend.

Sometimes, I wish my existence is a secret

I am a key hole with no matching key
Even if there is, it has been missing for long.