I wrote this in response to a friend who I only knew online. We talked only in text. I began to feel like he didn't really care about me. I was mostly there to be a sounding board for him. The poem is also about how we define and validate ourselves. Who are we if we don't relate to other people? Reflection I am someone But I don't know who Am I father? mother? sister? brother? Am I husband? wife? daughter? son? I am someone But I don't know who Am I one who thinks? Am I one who acts? Am I one who waits? Am I one who listens? Am I someone you see? Or someone who sees you? Do I say things you need to hear? Or hear things you need to say? Am I flesh and bone? Am I atoms and electrons? Can you touch me with your words? Can I touch you with mine? Do I feel warm and soft? Or cold and hard? Does it matter how I feel, if you can't touch me? Does it matter how I feel, if no one can? Maybe I am only a reflection?