A small drabble I wrote a while back, which I have finally finished. I think I'm quite happy with it, but all advice is greatly appreciated especially with my grammar which definitely needs some work! Hope you enjoy it though.
Imperfections
I'm not perfect. People seem to have a problem realizing that. Whenever I look in a mirror, which if I'm honest I try not to, all I see are cracks and imperfections that spread across the glass and shatter the atmosphere. It's quite ironic in a way, when I was younger, it never really mattered to me, although I guess it's because I was trying to hold the family together. Not that it worked. Maybe that why I'm like this now. I want people to accept me for who I am even with all my flaws, because I have quite a few. I never want to be perfect though I imagine it being rather boring and fake, a bit like Barbie and Ken's relationship. Too many scars mean that I could never be what people want me to be, they think I get too involved in cases with domestic abuse or rape. They don't see it like I do though. These people deserve justice, everyone deserves justice. Every time I see a victim of these crimes, I can see those months of pain and fear, not knowing whether tonight it may be one punch too far. Then there is the feeling of shame and even though you swore to yourself that you would leave if it happened again, you never can seem to make it out the door, before going back to them. You see everyone has flaws and imperfections I just seem to have more then most.
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