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.