The Poem On The Wall

This is poem is a part of a short story that I'm working on. I'm not sure how well it will work out of context, but it's suppose to be used as part of a lead up to a big reveal in the story.

Myself said hello

As a man cloaked in yellow 

I saw my face somewhere in there 

A sullen look of cold despair 

The sad expression in an old mans eyes 

Betrayed in truth, his feigned surprise 

He didn't stare

He didn't flee

He knew before

What came to be 

And now I know

What I could not see

Each in yellow

Was once like me