Broken Glass

Not perfect

Flawed

Different

Lopsided smile

Crooked nose

Eyes

That are too big

For my face

All put in front of me

On display

Normaly i can ignore it

I dont have to

See

 it

But now

Its all there

Stareing me in the face

My face

Looking back at me

And so i break it

The mirror

Throw it to the ground

Shatter it into pieces

But the thing is

Broken mirrors

Still show imperfections

Reviews

[melissa]

Awesome poem

[Arabdha]

wow..there are some things that stay with us..and whats imperfect for you might as well be perfection..like the choice of words..you write really well !!