Damaged Goods

Damaged Goods

By Shelli Ann

I spend so long within the shadows,

More time than I know I should.

Fearful someone will notice,

That I am damaged goods.

My memory tends to fail me,

Thoughts change every day.

Though I can not seem to remember,

A time when I did not feel this way.

Watching from a distance,

As others seem to shine.

While I want to catch that feeling,

It’s something that I never seem to find.

When I look into the mirror,

I can not help but see.

The many imperfections,

Gazing back at me.

For a fleeting moment,

I think I can be bold.

And then someone else reminds me,

How I do not fit the mold.

Beautiful is a standard,

That I will never meet.

When people only see the outside,

Not what is hidden underneath.

I long for someone to see me,

To help mend the broken parts.

Someone who will treasure,

The dreams within my heart.

Time has a way of changing,

The dreams we hold tightly to.

What I once thought might be possible,

Are things I may never get to do.

Emotions are quite difficult,

As they leave us wanting more.

Life tends to keep us guessing,

Never knowing what’s in store.

Sometimes, I wonder If I am worthy,

Of the kind of love I hope to find.

Or is it just a dream set to replay,

Over and over in my mind.

There are many things about this life,

That I wish I understood.

Perhaps, one day, I will learn how one,

Could learn to love damaged goods.

© Shelli Ann