Stranger in the Mirror

In the mirror before me,

I saw a stranger.

Eyes were bloodshot,

As the mouth hung open.

There was a look in the eyes,

That seemed disarrayed.

As if some vision,

Had brought confusion.

Who is this person,

Invading this space,

Where I should stand,

Enjoying all my grace.

But wait, there is a stalemate,

That fate would bait.

For my actions of late,

Fit the stranger at bey.