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