My lenses are cracked
Stained with insecurity
Smudged with doubt
My glasses are imbalanced
The view is tilted
And I keep falling and tripping
My vision's misguided by my skewed perception
And I have to wonder sometimes
Whether it's better to just be blind
'Cause I'm living all wrong
Living all wrong 'cause faults are all I see
At least if I'm blind, I can think a bit more clearly
If I can't see, then maybe I'll think more objectively
If I can't see the ugly, maybe everything will be
More beautiful to me
Without the lenses, life's not so bad
Yes, my future is only as beautiful as I perceive it
It's better to be blind than be blinded by a broken glass
Or maybe...
Maybe I just need new glasses.
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PoetryDuring these teen years, I am at the door way between childhood and adulthood. As I take these baby steps, I don't ever want to leave behind pieces of me that I'm discovering, nor should I ever leave behind who I must always be. As I close the door...
