I am perfect in my imperfection
My flesh follows a grand design
Fashioned by the hand of a creator
And yet my being remains flawed
Trapped in deepest reflection
With grave fears and broken mind
All hope has gone
I'm honest, not an imitator
Aware of every single flaw
I'll be found worthless
Failing to such a degree
That it will create awe
In all who witness it
And then witness my fall
