_I am _made entirely of flaws, stitched together by good intentions

Yet I am absolutely oblivious of your obvious tension

My expressions are painted over with a coat of indifference

But I promise, I am listening and pray for your deliverance

My love is expressed a day late and a dollar short

And even then, I’m blasted with a nasty retort

My advice is given, yet riddled with heartfelt hypocrisy

For how can someone else achieve, what I myself have yet to see?