Each morning we plaster on another face

and each minute outside our homes
it starts to brake

slowly rupturing
:
pieces falling from the sides
again and again
:
but when we return again that night
whats left of that face,
brakes away
and our skin begins to crack

so we look away
and instead
ignore all our imperfections and flaws
as they come tumbling out

we don't dare to even glance
because seeing means feeling and accepting
so
we live in fear of them
and
we hope that they'll disappear

but they never will if we fight them
and only recently
i realised this

so i wore my face

confident and clear
:
my true face

and decided that i will not hide myself any longer

i decided to be free

:
and throughout this
i learnt
we have to love our flaws
and cherish our imperfections
instead of making them non existent

as hard as it may be
we must do it
for our own good