Conflicted Face Poem by Khauri Teverbaugh

Two of the same blood with conflicting hearts.
He with the task of showing me everything that Iam
and am not.
She speaks few words to sting and pierce into the layers of my heart.
Those few words of choice disrupt and taint the picture of me
like a slash across my face, my scar to bear.
Those tender words escape and I search for their truth needing to know thats still who I am.
Wishing those words didn't escape so easily and the words of choice didn't penetrate.
A model of perfection looks into another's mirror
and all I have starring back is Me.
Not sure why that is a bad thing.
Looking deep to find what he sees so effortlessly.
Caught between the blemishes she sees.
Never saw myself so perfectly.