Super-ego?

Sick to the stomach of
Painting this mirror;
A buttered up reflection
Of a holy potential
Layered with the corruption of an ego
A self-conscious embarrassment
When the worst case scenario
Is letting people see who I am

A pseudo reality of
Beauty, fully hidden beauty
For I was meant to
Reveal and change from within.
Before omnipotence
What can I hide?
Before benevolence
Why should I choose to?

Believing myself
That I am what you see
I know what really is important
And rejecting it for a confusing preference
Of world, flesh and ease
Dark thoughts of dissection
Linger in a mind of wasted processions
Now is always an opportunity

Ever convinced that
I have done enough
Just touching salvation standard
With a never contented appetite
This insufficient attitude of
Selfish aim for selfless mask is recognised and
Withdrawn, now accepting ever-present opportunity;
There is always more that I can give