My nose
My eyes
My lips
I look…
Covered in imperfections
But only I can find the perfection
Created in God’s image
I find a way to judge
Created to fit God’s perception
I search for an answer
Only to arrive at a misconception
Who am I
A tapestry woven with threads
Of joy, sorrow, and everything in between
In the mirror I gaze
A stranger in my own skin
My hands
My legs
My body
Lost in a bewildering maze
Within this struggle of lies
A glimmer so faint
For I have committed a sin
For I have used my hands to paint
An image unlike me