mistaken identity

how strange it
is to be mistaken
for another.
when a person
thinks that it's
you and it's
not. how odd
it is to defend
your identity.
to be backed up
against a wall
and feel guilty
for having done
nothing.
the misplaced anger
is sad, showing
you more about
that person
than a thousand
words ever could.
you can only shake
your head and move
on. hoping the best
for them
and their lonely
ways, wishing
they could find
a mirror and stare
deeply into it,
to solve
their problems.