crismaire

Discovery of self amongst the myriad of others opinions and projections.

A reflection of self I cannot see, a pedestal I cannot reach.

A distorted visage, the reverse of Dorian`s portrait, I stand battered and bruised, imperfect.

Locked away as not to embellish the perfect picture painted by others.

Seen by so many but never glimpsed by my eyes, never felt in heart or soul.

Locked in the darkness, the light can never expose the cracks,

Always in the distance so none can discover the self is merely a mirage.

Discovery of self, amongst the myriad of others opinions and projections.

A reflection of self I cannot see....