Imperfect

28 Jun

She spent every day of her life
Trying to hide her face in the corner
Never meant to be flawless
She lacked something or the other.

When noticed by the people who walked past
She became their definition of imperfect
Their grotesque first impressions of her would also be their last
If heaven was a toy factory, she was its accidental defect.

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