Giving in.

I see myself slip into desolation.
I react, I rebel,
I realise, I was silent all along.

I rave in front of the mirror,
Hoping it would submit to my discontent.
But all it shows me is a muzzy face,
whispering words that I don't speak.

I fall deeper, I resist less.

I start a search, I stop.
I egress.