I. Am. Faulty.
When I look at myself,
I don’t see a woman
I don’t see a human
I don’t see a person
I see a collective of faults
A huddle of errors
Bound together, a vessel
Something to put a curse in
When I think to myself,
I am not a mind
I am not a presence
I am a blight
I dream otherwise
Praying to a someday
Then reality seeps in
Drowning me in plight
When I talk to myself,
I seek answers
I seek reasons
I seek what isn’t there
Silence is returned
Acceptance soon follows
There is no fixing me
And why are you to care?