I am full of wishes

and hopes and dreams

full of broken promises

and little white lies uttered from my chapping lips

I am not perfect

nor will i ever be

but i hold myself to such high standards it amazes me

I am cruel and judgmental

I am difficult to please

and even more difficult when people are displeasurable

you might think there's a point in this poem when things begin to turn around

ill say,

"but i have such a lovely voice and i love endlessly"

i do not

i have never

loved so endlessly

i'm bitter as candy that never turns sweet

and the poisonous fruit people never dare to eat

i'm the smell of burnt love letters and worn out hearts

i don't know what you could possibly see in me

because in truth,

with no exaggeration

this is what i see staring back in every mirror

i am not a work of art

i am me

and perhaps

that is all i'll ever be