i never thought
i'd have to be an object
empty eyes and painted lips
to cover up my imperfections
there are so many
you all tell me
beauty marks on a barren plain
i used to think
before the world
covered them
with bruises
and broken dreams
i cover those
with a mask
a facade
for fear of more
my battle scars
my beauty marks
hidden behind
a plastic smile
(just a note: everyone at some point or another pretends to be something they're not. Imperfections are what separate us and make us unique. These are things that don't necessarily need to be changed, maybe just embraced- mind you, if your imperfection is a penchant for killing other people, it just may need changed!)
CanadianKitten · Thu Jan 13, 2005 @ 06:20pm · 0 Comments |