Stand Closer To the Mirror
I take in myself each day,
Marks I wish to go or stay,
For a meter away,
Is a distance half made.
I cannot see the beauty,
The map, of my own face.
I hide behind distance,
Angles, perspective, light:
As if I have something
I wish to hide - nothing
Makes people something -
Marks gain remarks;
And bitter, empty, stark
Glances through filters
That only filter the reality,
Of our egos fragility.
So I stand closer to my
Mirror. And I will see by
The cracks and crevices
Of my dead skin. Scars
that are never to be
Deemed beautiful to
Anybody but me.
I stand close to the mirror
And I am free.
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