The Stranger in the Mirror

Psychopath behind a mask of sanity,

And intelligence, an eager excuse,

To escape the asylum.

The innocence of youth,

Eluded behind an unnaturally calm face.

The mirror is no liar,

The man has indeed changed.

Why the change?

Has he learnt so much?

Or has been hurt so much?

Where has he veiled the rage of the past,

That defined him, that destroyed him,

That deterred him, that defeated him?

A poor illustration,

For a shadow of the past,

For he is not me,

But, The stranger in the mirror.