Like a Picasso Painting

I look in a mirror or at a photograph and see the deep scars (that are hidden within) . . . the face reflected is perfectly symmetrical the skin smooth and the lips lush eyes brown and fathomless (deep as an ocean) hair a stream flowing, flowing and flowing a hint of a smile . . . but my concept of self is distorted like a Picasso painting and each time I meet myself again again, again and again . . . can people see the real me can they see I am encased in concrete that this perfect face is screaming that all I want is to float and drift (a leaf in the wind) can they ???? so, I put on the mask of me each day to hide the stained-glass that dwells inside beautiful and fragile . . . _____________________ December 17, 2019 Poetry/Free Verse/Like a Picasso Painting Copyright Protected, ID 12-1209-407-17 All Rights Reserved, 2019, Constance La France Submitted to the Standard contest, A Brian Strand 1097 sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 03/27/2022 First Place