The Bathroom

No one can see me through these walls
Of bricks and cement made.
I stand alone and wash my teeth
On every single day.
I sit upon a toilet and
The time, it went away,
I stand and turn and see again
Whatever that I ate.
I wash my hands with soap and I
Don’t see the dirt displayed.
I watch myself on mirror’s face
And nothing have to say,
I see a face that stares at me
And never ever fades.
But is it me? All I can know
Remains amid the space
Of air and time by walls contained
As scenery of a play
Whose secret audience may be outside
The mirror and which may
Look at the actor’s movements, but
So motionless he stays.

Written after the daily prompt of NaPoWriMo.