How can he?

How can he?
Know for sure I'll i can be?
How can he see...
The future ahead of me...

He speaks as if his words were facts...
Diplomacy and tact
Were things he lacked
His silence was often another form of attack

Judging every step I MIGHT take
Silently raising whats at stake
At every corner calling me a fake
Calling out the mistakes i WILL make...

For Every word he spends im all the poorer..
Hes  the whole court and the juror...
With him the end is that much nearer...
As all he does is stare back from the mirror