This Mirage, My Likeness

A disquiet state of being nothing

But a distorted mask in the mirror

Only deficiency I see staring back at me

Perfection too far gone to comprehend

Felicity too distant to discern

I need an act of providence to value myself

Instead, I forge a guilty conscience

My likeness won't let me rest

Tempting me not to look back

It's grinning in my face

As I force myself to trudge on

During a brief moment

Suspended in white light

In my mortal fear

I created this mirage, my likeness

Alluring, yet forever out of reach

Confidence stems from the sole

Perception of the other

Our actions measured

And taken for granted

An infinite struggle for

Recognition, for satisfaction

Aiming for what lies beneath these layers of illusion

I try to step through

The veil of self-deception

But I stumble and end up

Grazing my skin

Again and again

And again and again

During a brief moment

Suspended in white light

In my mortal fear

I created this mirage, my likeness

Alluring, yet forever out of reach