Stories of Poetry and Vice Versa

See.

I understand
That my thinking
Has many flaws
Many weak points.
But I ignore them
For my own sake.
If I wanted to see those flaws
I would look in the mirror
At my dejection
My image
My marked areas
My broken face.
But I don't
So I'll continue
To live with
My flawed system
Until I come up with
Something better.