Crooked Smile

Tossing and turning, straining to find a word,

to describe this struggle exactly as it occurs.

Battling conflicting thoughts of ego and pride.

Trying to tussle with all that plagues my mind.

There is no perfect word, only the raw feelings.

Then, these feelings fade into the air revealing,

a crooked mirror and on it a crooked smile.

A crooked face appearing worried and in denial.

Behind it sits a perfect vase, and inside lies the truth

I then turned around and saw it was crooked too.

Still onward I went, and decided to take a peek.

It read, “a refreshed perspective is all that you really need.”

I hurriedly turned around expecting to see a change.

But plastered on that mirror a crooked smile remain.

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