Selfish
If I could change anything I'd change every aspect of my imperfect life.
I would change everything in my life that was bad everything that could cause tears everything that would bring pain to my loved ones.
I would change every emotional attribute every physical attribute every little imperfection until I'm the best at every little thing.
God created us in his image but yet people see themselves all the time and feel disgusted I refuse that feeling I'll be perfect.
Take away the sex make me pure take away the beer, lean, cigars, and weed. Take away that molestation I'll never forget.
Take the repeated images of my mother being beaten over and over again rip it from my brain and get the bitter taste of disdain ripped from my mouth.
Prevent every bit of profain or perverted thought, saying, or action and trash it.
Take everything that has made me into WHO I AM TODAY....
And leave someone I don't recognize and probably would shun for being different but hey thats what they did to jesus....
Because perfection means lack of acceptance so label me perfectly SELFISH.
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