I Am Broken

Would you ever pick a wilted flower ?
Would you buy a book with its spine damaged-pages coming apart ?
Would you find beauty in my scars that dance my tan skin like a river meandering on a map ?
Would you look at my tired eyes and my chapped lips and find something to love ?

You only look for the prettiest roses in the field to be picked.
You would only buy a book with its pages still intact.
You would not want to run your fingers across the white lines on my skin.
You would not find something to love in my empty eyes.

I can be just as good but that does not matter.
I can be perfect but thats never good enough.
I can be strong but the mask will always fall.

It is okay to be imperfect.
It is okay to be weak sometimes.
It is okay to be tethered around the edges.

It is okay to be broken but people... they just don't find beauty in broken things.