The Jabberwock

There is a drawing in my home
The drawing is not my own
First I threw it in the trash
Then I burnt it to the ash
Every day it would come back
It was drawn in red and black
I looked at it the fateful day
After that it would stay
I looked at it for very long
I could tell that I was wrong
It showed a man I never knew
Over time it showed me too
It showed a man I never knew
Over time I left its view
People come and people go
Puzzled faces are all they show
They ask where I have gone
I say that they are wrong
They want to see me very bad
When I talk they seem sad
One man punched me in the jaw
His face of anger was what I saw
No one likes me anymore
Now I hide behind my door
There is a drawing in my home
For that drawing is my own
Its drawn in black with red too
I am the man I never knew