I am full of wishes
and hopes and dreams
full of broken promises
and little white lies uttered from my chapping lips
I am not perfect
nor will i ever be
but i hold myself to such high standards it amazes me
I am cruel and judgmental
I am difficult to please
and even more difficult when people are displeasurable
you might think there's a point in this poem when things begin to turn around
ill say,
"but i have such a lovely voice and i love endlessly"
i do not
i have never
loved so endlessly
i'm bitter as candy that never turns sweet
and the poisonous fruit people never dare to eat
i'm the smell of burnt love letters and worn out hearts
i don't know what you could possibly see in me
because in truth,
with no exaggeration
this is what i see staring back in every mirror
i am not a work of art
i am me
and perhaps
that is all i'll ever be