There’s a portrait of me out there,
Of all the travesties I’ve committed,
With all the truths I have omitted,
The hearts that I have broken,
The shatters of my own,
The tears I’ve shed,
Tears shed for me,
Of the pain I have felt,
And of the scars that I have inflicted on you,
I am no angel, nor am I the devil incarnate,
Flaws and all I am, me,
There is this portrait out there,
You can gaze at its image,
You can comment on its disrepair
But please don’t show me, him
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