Me - Will I ever get know

I see someone reflected 

in shop windows - but although 

others recognise him,

this someone I don't know.

I've never met him in the town

whilst out shopping - but although

others say they've met him,

it's not a soul I know.

I think I've heard his voice, out

and roundabout - but although

others recognise it,

it's not a voice I know.

I think he has a cheery face

happy with a smile - but although

others recognise it,

it's not a face I know.

I think he might be following me

everwhere I go - but although

others say he's perfectly safe,

how am I know?

Who can he be, what does he do

allusive as he is - for although

others say they know him, but...

will I ever get to know?

(Haiku)

Am I really me;
or am I just being what
you want me to be?

It Controlled Me

Control is a foolish notion
I wanted control, 
but; here I am,
just wanting control...
whilst it controlled me
with the type of control a drip-drip-dripping tap has over you,
or control like how hair product controls your hair.

The swans were out of control and in a flap,
the shoreline controlled the wrecked boat.
so I thought I'd control it...

I wanted to control it...
but; it controlled me