Behind every unlit corner there is a man doesn’t have a face.

He mirrors my steps,

I cannot get away from him.

It is unbearable to be alone with him.

He holds every thought I have on trial.

He tells me always right, but definitely let’s me know when I am wrong.

He does not let me rest.

When I sit down he tells me to do something.

When I am doing something he tells me to rest.

I can not hide from him!

He has not spoken a word to me, but I can’t get him shut up.

Who is this man?