Staring at the mirror, myself I do no see.
Eyes of human but the color of a cat.
Black, it outlines her eyes for distinction.
She sees someone other than herself.

Imperfections only seem to stand out.
Nor angel nor perfect, nothing but a prosaic reflection.
Hoping for beauty and originality,
For maybe others will look at her in envy.

Coming along, Mr. Right will have arrived.
Ignoring those who are common and searches for her.
And with that first glimpse of herself, it was love.
He said he would take her to paradise.

"Perfect Imperfection" by Helen

"The tighter I try to hold onto the sand, the faster it falls through." -Ms. Varner

I was really bummed out today about something...so here's a poem that sucks majorly by me.

Secrets are meant to be kept.
With your lips sealed shut
And eyes closed just like yesterday,
The whispers from my mouth were told in your ear.

Voices permeate my mind as they all whisper amongst one another.
Someone was meant to keep my secrets; that somone was you.
Crouching down with my head in between my knees,
I'll cover my ears and scream.

After all has occured, everything has changed.
Please, not even your empathy can help me now.
My pencil will have dropped,
And my eyes will stare blankly at your face.

And if you ever bother to question my reason, I'll just be deeply ashamed. The reason I am like this now is because a secret got out. I was the gate and you broke me down.