All I See

Flaws.
All I see
underneath
the shades of
purple and green
are the lumps
and bumps
and mess-ups
of this so-called
masterpiece
that I created,
not dissimilar
to me.

The mirror is my enemy.

All I see
underneath
the dark clothing
are more lumps
and bumps
and mess-ups
of this so-called masterpiece
that was created
for whatever reason.

But ignoring the lumps
and bumps
and mess-ups,
I go throughout
the day
knowing that
the whatever reason
for which I was needed
has not been fulfilled
as I am still
sitting here
looking at the lumps
and bumps
and mess-ups
of this
absolute
masterpiece
that I created.