A collection of poetry Left Unfinished All I see in the mirror are my flawsMy anger, my despair, my sheathed clawsThe nagging doubts that hang the bars on my cageAnd the many hurts which fuels my inner rageThis imperfect reflection taunts me every daySo maybe it will be better if I turn and walk awayI'll try to pretend I'm not really this blemishedI'm just a work of wonderful art left unfinished
A collection of poetry Left Unfinished All I see in the mirror are my flawsMy anger, my despair, my sheathed clawsThe nagging doubts that hang the bars on my cageAnd the many hurts which fuels my inner rageThis imperfect reflection taunts me every daySo maybe it will be better if I turn and walk awayI'll try to pretend I'm not really this blemishedI'm just a work of wonderful art left unfinished