A collection of poetry Left Unfinished All I see in the mirror are my flaws My anger, my despair, my sheathed claws The nagging doubts that hang the bars on my cage And the many hurts which fuels my inner rage This imperfect reflection taunts me every day So maybe it will be better if I turn and walk away I'll try to pretend I'm not really this blemished I'm just a work of wonderful art left unfinished