It was supposed to be perfect,
watching her beautiful hair and face be embellished with the prettiest of flowers,
pallid flowers on a pallid face.
but as she saw her reflection on the camera lens,
she stopped
and a look of distraught came across her face,
she sighed and let her hair drift across her,
she wanted to hide.
But why? She looks fine.
But,
her opinion isn’t the same as yours.
Behind that ‘beautiful’ face is a pool of insecurity that  drowns her,
it bothers her
She rips the flowers from her head, throwing them,
on the oak-wood table.
In a haste you try to figure out the problem, but hit the camera, making it
shoot a bittersweet photograph.
Others love it, and find it beautiful.
But,
Your opinion isn’t the same as theirs...