If it's of your true self,
Moments alone, heart sitting on your sleeve,
Imperfections of health,
The delicate teetering of one's mind,
Stares back in the mirror,
Peace only is in this safe privacy,
'Fore walls need return in public horror,
A clamp on the fulcrum, stealing your heart,
To face judging faces,
Ones not meant to be peering through windows,
At intimate spaces,
When you're yourself,
Is that one pockmark new?
A blip in the scheme of the universe,
Pray no one knows it's anything to you.
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