encounters have discovered my flaws; some decide to leave me, yet others decide to help. But over the past years, my flaws have grown, all becoming the work of human hands and actions. Destroying my soul, my children and all I have to offer to those who love me. I don’t want you to discover my flaws, I’m afraid you wont help me. I’m afraid you’ll see no beauty, no life and no hope. But most of all, I’m afraid you’ll stop loving me.
Everyone uses me, but my usefulness has never been appreciated. Some destroy me but I still allow them to use me. Some people take my children away from me, no matter how hard I try to protect them, there’s no hope. My children are tortured and slaughtered for peoples needs, which causes me to put up a storm. I’m used as a dumping ground for everyone’s waste, causing my soul to become meaningless.
You still haven’t discovered my flaws; I’m still afraid. I want you to discover my flaws so I wont need to be anxious anymore, but I don’t want you to stop loving me. Ask yourself, why would you still love something that you thought was so beautiful, but then you discovered all their imperfections, and they became something you never expected them to be. But I need you to fix me; I need you to discover my flaws. I need you to help me believe I choose to discover me come across the most unbelievable things, items they believed never existed, life they thought was only a myth. No matter how beautiful they believe I am, no matter how many wonders I hold, I’m dying.