The most ideal thing, I think, is to be
Perfected.
And oftentimes in others this can be
Detected.
But in oneself this assumption is
Rejected.
So much for only wanting to be
Perfected.
Our sight is good, this is one of many
Lies.
Because, you see, when we look through our
Eyes.
They change us and others to different shape and
Size.
In the mirror, ourselves we will only
Despise.
And so compliments from others seem like
Lies.
Oh, that dreaded mirror on the
Wall.
It will only reveal our faults and
Flaws.
We can never be the “fairest of them
All.”
Only made to feel insignificant and
Small.
‘Tis all the fault of mirrors on the
Wall.
Our mannerisms will never be quite
Right.
Even if we try to change with all our
Might.
Others will appear interesting and
Bright.
While we stand in the shadow of their
Light.
So much for being the perfect
“Right”.
Maybe we change ourselves so we’re not
Real.
Reality, it’s not that big a
Deal.
More important is being perfect, being
Ideal.
Even if it means we have to skip a
Meal.
At least we’d be perfect and not
Real.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PoetryWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
