To you, I seem a perfect catch.
But, underneath it all, I am broken.
Like a fine piece of china with a chip,
I can shatter with a slight grip.
I stand tall, resembling a goddess.
But, alas, I have you fooled.
I am as pale as the moon.
Smothering like the heat in June.
Beautiful like a flower;
Every rose has its thorn.
I laugh by day and mourn by night.
I walk through life in imperfect delight.
Bittersweet emotions.
By: Brittany Benko
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