Born defective.
Made to feel like my life is elective.
The Creator’s hands must have been tired when he mold me.
Wounds so deep, I wonder if I will ever be all I can be.
Small and insignificant in the world’s eyes.
They will always choose beauty over blight.
Dilemmas, dilemmas.
Do I share all my flaws only to be ostracized?
Or do I hide only to never be fully known?
I am torn apart but I want to be sown.
Lord, stitch me back together.
I want to be your treasure.
