Feigned Perfection #Rhyme #Unapologetic

My mirror is broken!
Or is it my eyes?
A toss-up between
reality, and disguise.

Am I genuinely happy,
or blinded by pain?
Curse my obsession
with perfecting what’s feigned!

My mirror is fractured!
Hairline, in my reflection.
The more that I stare,
the more I critique my inspection.

A once pristine vision
has darkened, like night,
blind to the sunshine,
a once golden light.

My mirror is broken!
Reality peaks in,
tsk’ing disapproval,
for I’ve slipped up, again.

©️ Unapologetically Me