is that me?

I’m scared that it’s too late, but not scared enough
If I had acted on the knowledge would it be so tough
Don’t like looking back but regrets hang over me
As if I wanted to become what I indeed came to be
Sometimes I wonder if it is I upon whom my gaze
falls on in the mirror – who is that man I shiver
He stumbles down the path and hurts along the way
Stabbing with a knife that is blunt yet sharp in play
We were warned about our tongues and yet I failed
To listen to the words of wisdom – an act of betrayal.