Flaws
Whats about these flaws that everyone is scared of
Scared enough to hide behind a mask
But never show them to the world
Somewhere we are scared to live in this for too long as well
What if i never get the courage to get out of this?
What if i never get the love being my own self but always have to find myself in the mask i wear?
What if no one is ever gonna like me for who i am
What if changing myself will change me but will it ever let them like the real me?
Anyone can like the changed me but will they ever like the me which i am
The me which has my heart?
Will anyone ever like this messy clumsy version of me?
Will anyone ever find their happiness in the love i give?
Damn flaws are very difficult to deal with
And i guess this is the reason we find more comfort in a mask???
Opening up about your flaws is so difficult
You never know if it was only you who viewed them
But now they too are gonna look at you the same way
Maybe these flaws will become more noticeable
Maybe these flaws will slowly become you completely eating up everything which was ever good in you
Maybe this time all they will look at is these flaws and never those things which shine in you always
Maybe moon looks beautiful
And every one admires it
Because it is far away
Cuz when things get closer
All you can notice is flaws
Maybe if people got closer to the moon
Are they gonna complain about its craters?
Or are they gonna complain about only if the moon had a little bit less spots she would be beautiful?
Or when moon gets closer are they gonna complain only if she wasnt grey she would have been beautiful even from near?
Or are they gonna complain only if moon wasnt that round like a circle and came in a better shape she would be beautiful?
Sounds strange right? Why doesnt it sound strange with a human then?
Cursed are those who are blinded by
the flaws
And miss out on the shinning imperfections of her
Cursed is her for how she belives these flaws make her a missed out masterpiece
Well when evryone is cursed to not look at the real masterpiece
How can a human ever describe beauty... Without flaws?
How can an artist describe his masterpiece whithout the smudged paints?
How can a chef create his masterpiece without the unexpected accidents?
How can nature describe its beauty without the flaws it admires?
We admire.
How can we describe anything beautiful ever without its flaws?
Copyright © Sreeja Salapu | Year Posted 2023
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