Flawed

 When did the flaw seed itself?Conception,Birth,When first told no!From what depthsDid its ugly face show.Newborn as perfect?Universal aweBut was that birthThe very flaw. Growing years tumble byBeing told ‘shut up’No answers to questioned why’sSullen teenagersWith tears emergingFor adulthood they are yearningNot understanding whyBelief in themselves An internal lie Cracks appear as time goes byAge can’t conceal itThe flesh creeps backOn dog eyed sacsThe shrinking frameReveals the cracksThe outer body decay. Within,The light of life is dulledThe light of death beckonsTo make whole againYet!So many truths I want to getPleasures I’ve still to knowI pull away too scared to go With great skillI fill my cracksMy surface seeming smoothForward into life againI portray my happy mood.