Conscious Rejection

An endless maze
of mindless reflection
Rises up through the haze
despite conscious rejection
The turmoil inside
never placated
Gives rise to despair
not unrelated
to our own sense of worth
to our own self hatred
An ugly mans problem
lies not in his skin
It lies in himself
in what comes from within
The eye that wavers
and avoids a gaze
yields no respect
homage, no man pays
Another’s true love
will never be tendered
to a self doubting soul
whose own worth was surrendered
to the pressures from within
to the demons self engendered

So swirl the mists
that cloud our minds eye
That blind and confuse us
leaving us slowly to die
And in our final frustration
We can only ask why?
As we search our reflection
in death’s gleaming eye