FLAWLESS (Or something like it)

Sat, 12/20/2014 - 13:48 -- Chiz13

They think I’m, flawless.

My grades are, flawless.

My body is so fit

I run with a tight clique.

They think I’m, flawless.

I’ve achieved all this.

But what they all miss

Are the nights I’ve spent,

No, not studying, memorizing,

and working myself bent.

Praying to my God,

My heaven-sent.

I am

Wishing and hoping that you all can understand

The reason for my success is guidance through His hand

My every lingering movement and action of haste

Was carefully constructed by a Maker with no face.

Well..

I just, I just haven’t seen It yet...

But, that’s beside the point.

So please allow me to get

Back on track and explain how this Man

Has always had my back.

Yes, I confess I woke up like this,

But, for all of my accomplishments,

I cannot take the credit.

My God has given me support

When there was nowhere else to get it.

When no one else could get it

Or even understand.

But, the world wants me to suppress Him?!

After all the times He held my hand

Even when I didn’t wanna let him?

The world wants me to suppress Him…

And seek other temporary highs.

But my FAITH is my rock,

Respect that first, then we’ll talk. 

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