She never wanted to be a reflection
A mirrored, painted copy of perfection
That tiny wrinkle and freckles on her face
She reveled in their mark.
That perfect life of calm, poise and beauty
Reminded her of calm sea with underlying fury
She chose that life like the thunder storm.
She rode it out with unbridled joy
She lived in quiet moments of raindrops
And glistening rays of sunshine
She smiled at the happiness of the world
She cried with the sadness of the world
She lived in any world -
And did not deny her inner beast
For she remembered -
Under the painted perfected reflection
Lay an unbridled fury
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