Perfection Poem by Charlotte Ballard

Why do I look at people that are
Missing apart of themselves and shutter?
They have the same soul components as I -
Except that an accident has occurred
That destroyed the perfect mirror of their God
Reflecting bodies.
Who's lacking the most? They
With their damaged mirror of life
Or me?
Who shutters as they pass?
Because it is I who is blind
To the beauty that lies beneath
It is I who's deaf to the
Sweetness of their heart.
It is I
Who lacks a vital part of my soul
(Compassion, mercy and eyes that see)
When I shutter
At those that pass
That lack a normal
Outward reflection
Of what we call perfection.