Staring into porcelain framed glass,
eyes transfixed in a pool of clear blue,
baffled by the mystery of clarity
sojourned by a face familiar, not new,
and still questions, curiosities
rise in unsympathetic uncertainty
of change, of blemish, of secrets
hidden or exposed in their extremity.
Far too noticeable or perhaps
shrunken morsels of what could've been,
daydreaming fantasies of perfection,
a beauty simplicity has longed for but hasn't seen.
Loud whispers taunting,
recounting reflections in another's pupils,
the misinterpreted reaction
leading to assumption's troubles.
Frozen in time,
lashes mightily blinking away disbelief,
the inadequacies, a weak hope
straining to find satisfaction's relief.
Muscles tensed due to frustration,
suddenly accepting a lack of patience
provoking anger- who's to blame?
Inquisitions unanswered, only silence.
Wandering strands, an uncontrolled blush,
stains in variation unpleasant,
speculating on an outside view,
making believe unsaid judgment.
Brewing disappointment,
shoulders exhaling a sigh of surrender,
exhausted with difference's curse
and how the fragment has grown grander.
Cold stares, one more glance,
sluggishly turning away aware of tomorrow's recompense,
self-consciousness searching for better-
happiness, the expense.
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