Faceless

I look into the mirror and see only the world around me. I am faceless, seen only as others imagine me.
I know this will be the outcome yet again; still I am drawn to the reflective lake.
A gateway to the soul.
I look upon its still face, yet mine does not mar its surface.
Still the water calls me, and I step into its embrace. I watch as my body slips below the surface.
First feet, then torso, and finally my head.
The darkness engulfs me.
I surface at the end of my breath; two hazel eyes stare up at me.