Two- Face
God made me
as he wanted me to be,
and in that regard I am perfect.
I am clumsy,
and vain,
and a little arrogant at times.
I’ve been stepped on
and walked all over
and in turn and have stepped on and walked over others.
I am easily annoyed,
and not easily satisfied.
I think I’m always right
and everyone else is therefore always wrong
Quick to judge,
slow to listen.
How could He create someone so terribly wrong?
With so many flaws and so little to be proud of?
I must have been a mistake.
But He doesn’t make those.
God doesn’t make mistakes.
Because sometimes,
I am kind,
and caring.
Sometimes I am the pillar of strength for those about to fall.
Sometimes I spend hours listening
without it once crossing my mind to judge.
Sometimes I am self-conscious and shy.
And even vulnerable.
And most often,
My arrogant, vain, judgmental selfish side
is what makes me smile through it all.
And if I couldn’t smile through it,
I couldn’t pull those I love through it with me.
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