So I just joined "Like the Flowing River," and I thought I'd comment on fellow member's poems.

Firstly the title of your poem caught my attention. It immediately tells the reader - this is going to be introspective. I loved that and I have to say that the title did not disappoint.

I don't want to sound condescending but this reminds me so much of a younger me! The idea of writing as you feel, no structure just powerful words. I used to be just like that. (I don't write as much these days.) So needless to say, your poem struck a cord with me.

"Looking through this mirror as if it's a window,
What I see isn't me, because im trapped in this conundrum,
Wondering why my eyes are still gleaming,
For they haven't been moistened yet by those similar feelings,
And as I look through this window barely seeing the light bouncing,
Off of my face projecting it, but its not me."

"trapped in this conundrum," I absolutely adored this line, especially so early on in the poem. The idea of staring in the mirror being a conundrum immediately draws the reader in. Why? Because it is easy to relate to. Ultimately we are all trying to understand ourselves. So well done for making the reader empathise.

"My self esteem like Russian dolls gets smaller until,
It's frail and easily broken,
And like a feather it falls down forever."

You get a 5/5 from me JUST for these lines!! I have never heard/read of the loss of self esteem described that way before. So original!! What a great way of describing pain.

"And him looking back,
Yes, he is looking back,"

This is extremely effective. You make the reader remember that you are staring at a mirror. You detach yourself. Unexpected and effective.

I could really comment on your poem line by line and say what I like about this or that but I would be here all day! So I'll end by mentioning some other things that stuck out to me.

I enjoyed the language you used. Simple at times but complex words at others. It made me compare that to the way the mind works...simple and complex.

The only 'bad' thing would be the structure of your poem and I'm sure you've heard that a lot. I used to get that too. However, to me the endless flow of line after line added to the charm. And never forget that it is the content of the poem that matters. All else is trivial.

A great piece that I thoroughly enjoyed reading. 5/5!