I wish the world would own up
to their “mediocrity”
We could use more imperfect snapshots
humble proof of the blurred honesty
I’m done with boastful passive brags
gloating soliloquies, shouting “lucky me!”
your rambling rants of romantic glowing days
they incite nothing but the urge to flee
Be real, be raw,
Let us see your imperfections
Truth is freeing, and depth’s refreshing,
Show your beauty in the fractured reflection