Blemishes

February 22, 2015

Upon my face lie no blemishes

Nor marks

On the outside, I am what they consider flawless

On the inside, I am considered the opposite

I will not lie

Nor subject myself to the way of the world

I am not flawless

But I am flawless in the eyes of those who love me

And that is good enough.

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