Man In the Mirror

That man, who is that? He looks weird with that face, flat Why does it feel like mine? Why doesn't he look fine? Is that a reflection of me? Impossible, can't be! To him, let me try to talk Maybe even take a walk This man I need to understand Where's he from? What land? I start to ask questions To him, they sound like rejections Yet, he never answered He only felt flattered After me he did repeat All the questions, till I admit defeat He looked at me with an evil smile Stared at me for a while I didn't know what action to take This unpleasant feeling, I had to shake I know I got to be strong Must understand, no matter how long I have to wait Patience is a good trait Maybe he'll fade away And for sure I'm going to stay All that didn't seem to matter His image would never shatter I try to find a place to hide To him, my secrets I can't confide Yet, he knows them all Every detail, no matter how small It creeps me out I want to scream and shout But people would think I'm insane Even if I make my story plain No one would believe me For I'm the only one who can see That man and his weird eyes They’re colored with lies Scanning every detail Always without fail I tried to read his emotions My trials were met with demotions Please stranger just leave My misery, why can you not weave? There he is, standing still Chaining my free will An image never getting clearer That is the man in the mirror