The lens

Why do i wear

Something like a lens

To view strangers

And also my friends

A lens through which

I take my time to see

I look, observe and watch

who is infront of me

each curl, pimple and nose

Faces so asymmetrical

Textured skin, heavy cheeks

Scars so plentiful

I see uniqueness and smile

I see loveliness

I see perfect imperfection

Iacking ugliness

But why does this lens

Not apply to me?

Why does it apply

To everyone but me?

For when my vision turns around

And when the lens disappears

In a mirror I see fault

In my eyes, nose and ears.

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