Writing Who Is It I See?

[Talon]

[color=teal][center]I stare in a mirror, but who do I see?
The boy in my mirror does not look like me.
His haughty black eyes, his defiant slant sneer,
As if he were constantly stuck in a leer.

He's not me, he can't be, but I'm at a loss.
Seeing this boy, my heart starts to toss.
Can I really have become this evil and cruel?
Or am I just a vent, this cruel young man's tool?

The scars on his face, near as bad as those on his heart,
Like a puzzle, badly broken, they make my soul start.
Why am I like this, what have I become?
Has all the love I have given come unwrought, come undone?

Why is it he laughs, he jokes at my pain?
Where is it I am, like I'm lost in the rain?
Why is it he smirks as I lie dying?
And why does he smile while my dear ones are crying......[/color][/center]