If I were a mirror would you see me,
Or a reflection of who you want me to be?
All perfection and no rejection,
No past mistakes with a smooth complexion,
A clean slate embodied in curves,
A sparkling smile with all the right words,
Just the right height and impeccable hair,
All the charm in the world with a touch of flair,
Never sick, never down, no complaints to be spoken,
Not a care in the world and surely not broken,
A true work of art wearing the latest fashion,
Nothing but love and oozing compassion,
A delicacy of style with nothing but grace,
Exquisiteness and glamor all over my face.
Would you see these things, a mirage or a trance?
Would you give the real me the slightest of a chance?
Would you see my flaws? There’s many to see.
Or would you repel the reality of me?
My blemishes and persecutions,
All my errors, blunders, my dissolution,
The darkened past within this skin,
The stain on my smile and curses within,
No elegant posture, the filth in my hair,
Lacking in charm, charisma and flair,
Illness and sadness and all of those woes,
All of those typical daily foes,
No fashion upon me. I’m certainly not art,
But the compassion within is bursting my heart,
I am no delicacy with grace and style,
And glamor is something I miss by a mile.
This is who I am, but who do you examine?
Me in authenticity or me as you imagine?
I would hope you see what’s there and real.
I would wish you see in me some appeal,
For I can only be me and me alone,
With all of these flaws in flesh and bone.
Take it or leave it I refuse to change,
No matter how imperfect, broken or strange.
