so I said I just want to be pretty

I look in the mirror and see a wrinkle. I look at my nail and see a chip. I look at my shirt and see a stain. I look at my knee and see a bruise.

Oh but what is to really see? for first we must truly believe, that imperfections make our life worth breath, so let’s make this an honest quest.

I look at the wrinkle on my face and see the time a best friend was there to help me laugh to the point of joyful tears as they held my hand.
I look at the chip on my nail and remember how I hit it on an elderly gentleman’s mailbox as I was getting the mail for him because he could not get up, and I see the gratitude in his eyes.
I look at the stain on my shirt and see the sandwich my mom surprised me with and feel blessed that I have food to eat and such a caring parent.
I look at the bruise on my knee, well… not sure how it got there but I feel grateful that I can walk… sometimes

I will tell you want I do want

I dont want to ask the questions
because I dont want to believe the lies.
I dont want to feel dishonesty
and I dont want to learn to cry
I dont want to wake up restless
and I dont want to feel death’s pain
I dont want the flame to flicker
and I dont want to play the game.

Watch the wind blow and catch the energy,
into your soul and born you will be.

I do want to ask,
and I do believe the lies.
I do deserve the truth,
and I do let weakness cry.
I do want to wake up content.
I do know of death’s pain.
I do watch the flame flicker
I do see reflections the same.

But ask me what it is that i want to see?
Imaginary facts to an endless degree.