Crowns of Laurel

006-An Imperfect Perfection

I gaze upon the glass
straight to the person it has
I look at her in disgust
of the person she was.

I look at her messy, oily hair
I see two, three chins. Unfair!
No one would accept her for that,
No one would even dare to stare.

I frown at her fat arms, big thighs and belly.
She just looks so damn silly
and as she walks up a hill,
guys behind her laugh because it's funny.

My eyes darted to her ginormous nose
that went red as the sun rose.
She looked like rudolf the reindeer
and they would cackle as she froze.

Dark circles under her eyes were there still
unhealthy sleeping habits could kill,
but she still does it nonetheless,
'cuz she indulges in things that aren't real.

She wants to talk to the people she can see
In this world, she wants to be free
but she can't, you know why?
because of her social anxiety.

The moment she starts talking to people,
she slowly falls and cripple
but everyone would say to her,
It's just so damn simple-

but it's not!
It scares her a lot
to the extent of avoiding it
due to the fright it brought.

In every step she will make,
She will be off making a mistake.
She's a walking imperfection
and there ain't a solution she can take.

Again, I gaze upon my reflection
there I saw an imperfect perfection.
Beneath those terrible flaws
was a room for change and renovation.