Stares

Look at me
find and see
if there is something
beneath of thee

If you see a flaw
or if you see something nice
will you be awed?
or will you despise?

Haven’t I told you
the things I used to see?
I see perfection in
every kind of me.

tomorrow
I’ll be hiding
underneath again.
Co’z the stares
will keep on going
never to an end.

a random poem, written in my diary last September 24, 2015