Imperfection

Imperfection

Fumbling for the light
Situated by the bed
Because I just can't sleep
Too many things going through my head.

I glance over your way
A tousled head, an uncovered shoulder.
And I wonder how I can be this young
But feel so much older.

Behind this mask hides a person
Weighted down by fear
I never needed you to say anything
I can tell myself the things I long to hear.

Don't look at me like that
Pretending unfelt affection
I know only too well what I am
Five feet two inches of imperfection.