I
look at myself in the mirror but all I see is a man looking at himself
in the mirror. He always beats me.
When I am not looking he
smiles jumping and dancing… Back to the mirror, he beats me again.
The child is hiding because he lives in fear. But the child wants to come
out. What if… I do smile, jump and dance… Then I look at myself
in mirror and there he is…I mean, here I am…