My Question Mark

The mirror calls me, to catch a glimpse I stare and puck a brow in
uncertainty I feel confused yet anxious to see This human without
identity This human without an age, a race A figure grown to a hidden
mystery From birth to child, from child to what? I wonder at the
question mark this leaves me It's a question mark that leaves no sign;
no clue just a plain black figment of the imagination It's the enemy
that's found this evil way To be the master of punctuation So tell me
question mark, what is the purpose you have come to serve? You appear
out of nowhere, Judge me for my mistakes as if you've got the nerve I
admit I've done wrong in the past I admit there's secrets I've sworn to
hide But it's too late now question mark you should not force me to
confide You stand all high and mighty And ruined my way of living So
can you tell me question mark Is there a way for your forgiving? Can I
turn back the hands of time? And believe what I thought was true ?.or
do I stand opposite this mirror And wish my life was you?