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