Mirror I see a clone It's me I move It's still Slowly it disappears Am I gone? Maybe To others I'm still here They don't see that I want them to see They don't I'm not gone I'm not I'm still here Right? They are blind Or am i the one Who cant see? That i am nothing To them I want to be something Maybe i can't Maybe I never will Its moving I'm there In the mirror Before there was nothing Now There is something Im here Finally They can see They are not blind LIke they used to be
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/467013972/ for the mouse trial poem by me
