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Perfection

By LuLu95, Denver, CO

Your reflection in the mirror is
Smooth, placid, calm:
Beautiful, but you can’t look away,
And every moment that you continue
To gaze into the crystal glass mirror
Your image becomes tainted,
Splattered with imperfections,
Like black paint on a clean, white canvas.
You judge your appearance harshly
With a sharp razors edge
Searching for faults, that
Are beginning to make themselves
Painstakingly clear, and soon
You can’t see any beauty at all
In your reflection. All that’s left is
The ugly, the wrong, and the not good enough
That is left behind by an attempt at
Perfection.



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