Reflections

Everywhere. I see myself everywhere.
I am in the window of a passing car,
or of a shop that I pass on the street.
I am in the puddles that form in the rain,
and the beautiful pond that I see
when I walk through the forest.
I am in things as small as a silver spoon,
and I am in things as large as lakes, oceans, even.
 
I see myself seemingly everywhere I go,
so why do I feel as though my reflection is a stranger?
Why am I so unfamiliar to myself?
Many times I've been startled when I look in a mirror,
for I do not recognize the person looking back.
 
Who does this person think she is?
She stole my soul and kept it for herself.
I am trapped in this cage,
this prison known as a body.
 
Will I ever grow accustomed to it?
Can I change it, modify it so I feel at home?
 
Or must I wait for the inevitable,
and hope the next host is really mine?