2 imperfections

you call me a coward

something I cannot deny.

I look in the mirror, I see it all the time.

my cowardice bleeds through

my confident smile.

I lie, repress, and deny to relieve myself.

I hide my imperfections to protect from the pain.

I know it shines through, despite all the efforts I've made.

I'm tired of trying so hard for not.

my insecurities, inability, incompetence, all of it

so accurate to me.

everything you say is so real.

they ring so true in my head.

my terrible flaws perpendicular to how I portray.

I'm grasping for more like a breathe of fresh air.

desperate to catch something better than the me right here.

I live with myself,

it's a burden.

I'm looking in the mirror, saying how I truly feel.