The Impossible Ideal

How one could look upon this face

And see only something to replace

Is beyond what I’d call decency

And quite more near hypocrisy

You say this face is unlike the rest

And several people here do attest

But how is your face much like their’s

I mean even twins are only near perfect pairs

So how can you judge based on a look

And label someone as being forsook

For being different than the ideal in your head

When that is somewhere you yourself do not tread

Because the only thing that makes us like the rest

Is that each of us is different exactly like the rest

Originally posted 10/10/16

©2016 Hannah Quense