Disparagement....
Note: This is one of
the very first poems I ever wrote
Who is that man in the corner?
He scares me, a ghost lurking in
the shadows.
Perhaps if I do not believe in
him
He will go away, but I doubt it.
He is a young man, old for his
years;
He knows pain and he knows sorrow.
He is tormented by some kind of
loneliness,
I like the way he looks at me not.
I wish he would go away, for I
know who he is:
Who is that man in the corner?
He is the same man who hides in my mirror,
For the man in the corner is myself.
