Believe me,

I am aware 

Of every single flaw

Or imperfection

That creates my 

Monstrous existence.

So who are you

To come and blame

My imperfections

For making me 

Human. 

If I have

Already spent

The past

Minutes and hours

Sitting in front of a looking glass,

Telling myself

That I am

A living, breathing

Waste of precious space?