The Odyssey of Echoes

In the mirror of their words, I seek my truth,
A love unyielding as tales spun smooth.
The visage they see, I yearn to be,
If faith in their eyes could set me free.

Perhaps from this maze, my mind would flee,
To rest, to breathe, if only I agree.
"I'm fine," a mask for a soul unsure,
A final stand when hope's allure.

The apathy grows, a creeping tide,
Yet, in their trust, might I confide?
Who knows what truths these hearts contain,
In this gamble of loss and gain.

Is it trivial, this inner plea?
To you, perhaps, it may not be.
A test, you say, for me, it's all,
A leap of faith, or a crushing fall.