Beginning to grieve their own imperfections,
They seek 'immediate' relief...
From the sight of their flaws and blemishes,
They have begun to witness.
Yet for years by others seen,

Even though those same 'flaws' and 'blemishes',
Now declared too painful...
Have agonized others who have suffered...
With a tolerance,
Of sacrificing all of their lifes...
Enduring being afflicted by them.

With no one attempting to heal or mend,
The scars they have had to pretend were not felt.
Or for 'them' and those before them,
Carried.
But did dare not to say,
Existed!

What for them and those before them,
Will be their just reward?
Apologies?
Ointments?
Bandages to mask their wounds?

Lawrence S. Pertillar

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-for-them-will-be-their-just-reward/