I am made entirely of flaws, stitched together by good intentions.

Intentions are the driver behind all action but somehow I got lost along the way.

Way out in the deep end do I find myself, unable to stay afloat, all expectations becoming too much.

Much thought is given and I am reminded of the stitches.

Stitches that hold me together slowly become undone, the horrible parts of me slipping through the cracks.

Cracks in my mask and in my soul, true exhaustion makes itself known.

Known by no one and loved by all, it is my flaws that says it all.

All I have to do is stay afloat but as each flaw becomes real, exhaustion becomes harder to hide from.