Subconscious conflict
You see me how you want to
I see me not at all
You criticize and ridicule
Things I cannot recall
I see you as you are
No more or less than me
My vision seems to bother you
You refuse to let it be
Turn your reluctant eyes inward
The madness doth abound
A mire and mesh of insecurity
No confidence to be found
An abhorrence to face me
Locked in a daily routine
Only an image in the mirror
As you wipe away the steam
~Arnold Bailey