A Bella I May Be
The psychological need to have every hair in place.
No stain on my blouse or zits on my face.
The perfect shoes to match my clothes
I feel like I already need repose.
What if my heel breaks or I loose a nail?
I cannot let my performance fail.
To be on display for everyone to see
Is weary situation for me to be.
Yet I rise again, day by day
To put myself upon display.
The real me who cares not for perfection or dress
Is all but extinguished in this mess.
A bella I may be in form, so sweet.
The expectations I cannot meet.
So still and sleek, a sculpture I stand
Your perception of me is a shifting as sand.
All text hereby claimed and copyrighted by license of Mary Beth Weaver.
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