Grace

I am a flawed person.

My arm is covered in tiny little hair.

The majority are not easily seen against my skin.

Witha closer inspection

my arm has hair that contrastes with my skin.

I may seem like a put together person, but

I like to control things.

I am a proud woman.

I am depressed.

I am violent.

I am suicidal.

I am broken.

With a closer inspection,

I am not a good person.

Thank God I have Grace.