If I move one more step
I feel it knocking on my door
After many attempt I failed
The anger that never retrenched
An unknown bitterness
From an unknown source
Averse that makes me a hater
Sucks me dry like a sugar stick
All can’t be done as thought
Not even a beauty, why?
Loathsome remain summing up
Like the air I breathe
I wish to suss out
This frustration of mine but
Doing it also makes me angry
For it is also worthless.
My imperfection has no cure
And will never have.
But I must take each minute
As it comes to glory of humanity
If I can’t be a marvel
I will be a marble
If I can’t be the oar
To propel humanity
Let me be the oak
To beautify it
With it I can console myself of such blemishes
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