Clouds poetry

L o o k p a s t the camera

I looked in the mirror and didn't like

What I saw but every walking beings liked

What they saw on camera they saw perfect

Strong beautiful handsome pretty,

But that night when I looked past all those

Masks all those glory I saw just a lonely soul

Who's quite empty in a glass vase that's all
---
Beginning to crack to leak, I saw me
I saw myself true identity with all my
Imperfections not-
Who you saw and I'm sorry.
-ashes poetry