The water is clear Unlike my mind. It's murky, foggy, and as my hand touches the surface, It ripples. Breaking the perfection And I sigh as my face reflected back to me How I wish I could be lovely Like the setting sun Or the endless oceans And I feel my face plunge Forward into the water. Struggling to breath underwater The liquid fills my nostrils And I've drowned Like Narcissus But out of self loathing Rather than unconditional self-admiration