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
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Ali Akl | Year Posted 2011
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