What are we all trying to hide,
Flaws that are everywhere to find?
Flaws that set us apart;
Flaws we fear so much to accept;
What are we all trying to hide?
Beauty lurks around, pokes gently
Beauty is slammed and ignored
Its very essence pommeled and knead
Into a grotesque stele
A pedestal we'd kill to touch
Still beauty begs on mangled knees
Praying for the tiniest redemption
The slightest ray of salvation
From a world wrung completely of gratitude for true clarity
I toss now all my insecurities
And don my flaws like a king's robe
They must have been bestowed me
For a reason I intend to live up to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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