I am made entirely of flaws,

Stitched together

By good intentions.

From friends, I painfully withdraw

When desperately

I need direction.

I looked at mirrored me and saw

A boy with promise

But poor complexion.

Red-stained hand and chiseled jaw,

What good is a man

Without recognition?

I am entirely made of flaws

Stitched together

By good intentions.

A forgotten mess of hay and straw

Left outside

As decoration.