My flaws are not me.
They are no representation.
They do not define me.
They’re merely complication.
I don’t want you
To see me
And see what you hate about me
Oh so clearly.
I am not my flaws.
I am not always this angry.
I don’t always get this sad.
Can you understand that?
You look at me and see
Everything I abhor about myself
And then you just turn away
Without even trying to help
For a person who truly cares,
Will push their friend onto the right track.
Only those who are without feelings,
Could turn their back on someone like that.
But even still
I need you to know
That my flaws and I
We aren’t at all close.
I don’t bask in my anger.
I don’t revel in my sadness.
I hate being this emotional.
It’s complete and utter madness.
So you see,
Even the things you hate about me
I hate them even more.
Is that enough? Did I state that clearly?
A human is nothing special
Without their faults, it’s apart of our design.
I just hope one day
You can look past mine
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