|Posted on February 10, 2014 at 1:40 AM|
When I was a kid, I got glasses.
I chose not to wear them though.
I did not want to see the world as it truly was.
Did not want to see who was reflected
in the mirror.
My pockmarked friends;
Every broad looked flawed,
I hid them in my cluttered closet,
And I rejoiced, reveling in
The life, God intended me to witness.
Originally published by 50-Word Stories on 02/09/14.