Confession

I confess
I am a mess.
I confess
That I am not the best.

But I do try
Before I close my weary eyes
To leap as high
As I can towards the infinite sky.

But since I am flawed
I always fall
Short. Beaten, battered, raw
As if I never tried at all.

And so I pray
Every single day
For a guiding ray
To help me find my way.

But prayers unanswered
And flaw's growth like cancer

So I hack away my tainted limbs
To finally put an end
To the lurking evils within,
This putrid temple of sin.

But when I close my weary eyes
And see past all my alibis,
I know I have always realized
I am the flaw in bodily disguise.