Sensitive Poem III

I'm not putting in the inspiring picture again because I'm thinking of illustrating this soon.

I saw a genius in the mirror today.

I smiled at her and thought, “No way!

She couldn’t have been here since yesterday!”

She smiled back, but didn’t say a word.

Her lips moved, but how absurd—

The sound of my own voice was all I heard!

I waved to her, and she waved to me

At exactly the same time. How could this be?

I had to solve this intriguing mystery.

I don’t know why I did it, but I took a few steps back,

Closed my eyes and ran into the mirror with a smack.

The girl disappeared, and everything went black.

A few moments later, my body turned to stone.

I heard a distant voice say with a little groan,

“This is what happens to those who always live alone.”

Not that anything I write is 'normal', but seriously, my poems are getting increasingly bizarre. Matt Groening, what have you done to me?

Sensitive Poem I
Sensitive Poem II