Look at me,
And see my imperfections;
My flaws;
And my quirky dispositions.
'Cause that's all you'd see
And that's what you think that makes me.
Yes, I am an imperfect being
freckling with flaws;
Over years I have gathered moss
And turned to a firm stone, hard to toss.
But when I see people's eyes, I realize
I would never suffice.
But when you look, look deeper,
See the person behind my imperfections;
A soul, breaking down the inhibitions;
A feeble mind, begging for patience.
But ain't I just a black dot on a plain sheet?
The worldly expectations, I could never meet.
