Through the Glass

Look through the fogged windows

The painted glass

The hazy mirror

And you see a distorted image

 

Remove the grime

The dust

The condensation

And you can see clearly

 

Without the distortion

Our sight is restored

The true picture is portrayed

Without falsities

 

The mirage disappears

To leave behind a caricature

It is beautiful still

But now its flaws are clear

Understand the reflection

The picture

The image

And know who you see

 

Look through the scratches

The dirt

The smudges

And remove the kaleidoscope

 

All the fake beauties aside

The filters kept at bay

You see me

You see you

 

The real ugliness

The real beauty

Not a curtain to hide behind

Not a mask to disappear in

 

See yourself without the lies

The facades

The illusion

And discover yourself

 

Clean off the windows

The glass

The mirror

And see a crystal clear image

 

I look through clean glass

I’ve come to terms

With the person who is me

I know my reflection

 

I am imperfection

And it is priceless

I am different

And it is real

 

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