Here I am a pliable block of imperfection desperately hoping to be chiseled into a more meaningful

existence. Like clay in an art class to be molded into the ever increasing ambitions you set for me

and the goals I have set for myself. Break away my hard shell until you unmask a beautiful person

underneath, the one that has retreated from everyone and everything, retreated so far back that she

too may have crusted over and become a myth of her own time.