Less Than Perfect Poem by Jessy Liz

Leaning over this porcelain salvation
Screaming into its emptiness
While mascara is running down
A less than perfect face.
Spilling out mistakes again
That I wish could be undone
But thinning tears foreshadow
What is only yet to come.
So now comes the best part
That's been under lock and key-
The part where I tell everyone
That it's just make-believe.
But behind closed doors
Is my distant truth.
And these doors are like glass-
God, I hope they can't see through.
But I suppose you can't hide
What cannot be seen-
Like words beneath my pillow
We'll pretend it's just a dream


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