Poetry: Mirror, Mirror on The Wall

I often talk to my reflection
As if it was a different person
Separate from me
It seems that it was certain
The person staring back
Isn't who he seems
His evil eyes aren't a reflection of me
I always thought I was a good person
Not letting negativity affect this
Now I'm seeing it from another perspective
My soul is enclosed in this human mold
I know that I'm supposed to grow old
If wisdom comes with age
Then why does time pass so slow?
Will I ever find the time to do no wrong?
This bitter sweet feeling pulls my strings
The puppeteer and the puppet are fighting
For control, good and evil thoughts
I'm often lost.....in my reflection