Broken Beauty

 

You’re perfect—

at least on the surface—

perfect and pristine.

But we’re not satisfied,

(are we ever?)

So we break you open

to see what lies beneath,
under the act we helped you create.

 

We are faced with defeat –

Empty, nothing –

They turn their faces,

their haughty eyes,

and demand that you become

as you once were.

 

But I cry –

I mourn for the beauty we shattered,

the perfection we tainted.

I’m sorry.