Imperfection

Don’t expect any
perfection out of me.
I wear a mask to hide what is,
and what is not.
I cake on another self that
is more confident,
strong and reinforced from the other.

As the rain comes,
it will pour like acid,
burning away my confidence,
my beauty,
and perfection to hide my flaws.

As the snow sticks on the ground,
underneath my shoes,
every misery,
every imperfection shall crackle,
bleed and purge like some dark
reckoning.

As the sun brings out the truth,
the dozens of masks I tried to
keep on will crumble,
and shatter! -
until all there is left
is a normal human girl
just trying to live,
and lost trying to fix herself.





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SamiLynn said...
Sept. 1, 2010 at 12:29 am
Clear, concise, yet lyrical and truthful. I still haven;t quite mastered the power of brevity. Apparently you have :) This is particularly beautiful to me because I'm what you might call a "perfectionist." Amazing :) Your poetry is excellent.
 
annkaykay2011 replied...
Sept. 1, 2010 at 7:11 pm
Thank you very much.
 
supergrrrl_4808 said...
Apr. 20, 2010 at 8:12 pm
I'm legit printing this, and hanging it on my bedroom wall...ITS SO GOOD!!
 
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