Discovered the other day
That my glasses were crooked
It didn't affect the way
I saw the world, anyway
But it is, in fact, how I am seen
Tilted to one side
Left cheek shrinking
To hide behind teeth
Left eye slightly closed to itself
Smile never quite reaching completion
But rather trailing off to the left
Something is lacking, missing
Or perhaps, something is trying to be hidden
Maybe once my head was so much bigger
And it has been shrinking, skewing ever since
How do I present something that is no longer there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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