The longing!

Moonstruck, love driven,
I stand in front of the mirror
All dipped in the pool of narcissism, 
Facade so beautifully tidied up,
Not a tremor of pain visible. 
           Time sheds charm like a snake's skin,
           Hug and kiss poison with in me
           Mirroring my blurred contours
           I search for my shape
          A longing with an eternal wait, to fill
         The grooves that loneliness has made.
Unworthy through the eyes of men
I am no more
It is not me....