Sometimes

Sometimes I look in the mirror.
Sometimes I can't stand the sight of
the creature looking back.
I want to love and be loved
By me.
I want to say
"You're beautiful!"
"You're wonderful!"
"You're perfect just how you are!"

The voice doesn't allow kind words.
The eyes don't miss the blemishes.

I'm prefect, but with imperfections.
I'm wonderfully flawed.
I'm beautiful with that one exception.

Can I live this way?
Can I love with the beauty and the beast?
Can dark and light reside in the same form?
I don't know.
I wish I knew...