the world surrounds me in words and meaning
swarming me with images of who to be
idolizing images so altered their words are nonexistant
what do they call me?
Brave, Stupid, Lost, Pathetic?
or are those the words that are implied
with the looks and touches
where reality stands is shaky ground
for we are made in the images of our maker
be it God or Allah or Gaea
we should exude that grace
then the mirror shows us truths we do not want to see
yet are our own perfections and our armor from the world
why idolize the non-existent, when perfection is in the uniqueness of ourselves.
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