that is how I look –
or at least, that is how I feel.

Fitting like a glove
right in the heart of society,
yet some people were not pleased,
thought I look rough around the edges.

They soaked me in varnish,
the powerful smell
almost knocked me out,
and I do feel heavier now…
scared that I am no longer swift.

My parents grin with satisfcation,
their pride radiates warmth,
I look picture-perfect,
butI no longer like
the man I see in the mirror.

~ Prompt: Varnish
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