The Man I See

There's a man that I see everyday,
who indeed casts shadows upon the ground.
He carefully chooses the words to say,
unless his friends are around.

He projects the best through his image,
although thoroughly tainted inside.
First glance would see privilege,
unless you see what he hides.

The scars of old, healed not with time,
although now covered with makeup.
Caused by gaping wounds before his prime,
each one a battle lost, forcing him to wakeup.

Regardless of all, he has loved to the fullest,
with a truly selfless heart.
Although he has survived the cruelest,
he would never play that part.

That's the man that I see everyday,
my vision has never been clearer.
Suddenly, my mouth speaks words I could never convey,
when my gaze meets his, in the mirror.