Disappointed by a desire to evaporate, pray give me strength to stand against a false self forced on by others.
“Who do you see?” she who exists in a pool of rippling waves, sensing her life over. “I see failure,” the mirror retorts. She dips her finger to find an icy portrait bound by time.
“Still try dear friend,” a small voice quivers. “Find a piece of you to push through the depressed madness, the canned identity.”
Self-doubt relationships play in reality and fantasy. Ego stands disappointed by self-defeat, a desire to evaporate. Is anyone alive?