They Don't See

[[They]] see the past, They see the [[flaws]], They see my mistakes of the [[past]] and the [[present]], But do they see my [[repentence]]?

They are the people of the past and the present. They are the people from childhood, high school life. They are the people from two years ago. They are the people who are family members. They are the people who are [[present]] in my life now. They are the people who know me.

The people of the present are the ones who still exist in my life. They are all kinds of people that are in my life. These people are the ones who see my flaws and recent faults. And the present are my recent mistakes that I just turned away from and current flaws that I struggle with.

The flaws I have. The flaws within me. The flaws that I [[struggle]] with to repair. The flaws that take time for me to grow out of.

The difference between the [[good]] and the bad person is when it comes to their flaws. Some people the flaws they are proud of, When they are warned about their wrong actions, They refuse to change. It could be that they are blind to see the error in them, Or it could be that they are embarressed of themselves.

Meanwhile, the good person perceives their flaws, They truly struggle with their humanly imperfections, But are willing to repair faults, strive to find a solution for their struggles, Aware of their mistakes, And repent for their sins.

They live with my past self, They sit down when they are [[thirsty]], Reflect on my past faults, Get on their phone, Or find a [[person]] they see.

Whether they talk to the person in messages, Or sit down at the table with them, There is no difference that they are whispering to each other's ears, Reflecting their thoughts, Of they [[image]] they created of me.

The image they painted of me, As they grabbed their canvas, Took their paint brushes, chose they colors they wanted to color me as, dark, of black and white, Of nothing but just of my flaws, To portray me as the [[villian.]]

When I say thirsty, They aren't thirsty for water, But they are thirsty for a poisonous potion.

It is not what I look like, A a [[hideous monster]], Or a [[witch who casts spells]], That everyone is scared of, However, the image looks like, It is only from the land of their imaginations.

[[They don't see]] my repentence, Even if I tell them, They won't believe me. If I seek forgiveness, They won't forgive me, But continue to hold a grudge. No one sees my repentence and forgives me except [[God]].

He is the only one who listens to me sorrows, Hears the regret of my heart, And my voice that [[begs for forgiveness]], The only I repent to, And seek [[forgiveness from]], That won't judge my past sins, But wipes them away, And gives me a chance to grow and change, And sees the good in me, And doesn't overshadow the bad from the good.

That [[Frankenstein Monster]] No one understands (mouseover-replace:"No one understands") [No one understands him], They think (mouseover-replace:"They think") [ They think he is hideous scary monster"] avoids him (mouseover-replace:"avoids him") [everyone avoids him], They give him the ugly stare(mouseover-replace: "They give him the ugly stare") [ They give him the ugly from their eyes,] different (mouseover-replace:"different")[different is how they see him], Frankenstein (mouseover-replace:"Frankenstein") [they paint me as Frankenstein], cool and unique (mouseover-replace:"cool and unique") [A Frankenstein is what I am and that is something cool and unique], Because if it means (mouseover-replace: "Because if it means") [Because if it means you are neglected and misunderstood], Then that's (mouseover-replace: "Then that's ") [Then that's what I am].

The [[witch]] I am, They paint me with their green, black colors, Take their time, To make me look like an ugly evil witch, who only casts spells with her magic, Using black magic, A soup bowl, And potions of poison. But do they [[understand something?]]

What type of sins did I commit to look like a witch? My sins aren't as great as the evil magic of the demon. Never have I ever intended to harm anyone.

Dear God, (mouseover-replace: "Dear God,") ["Dear God, I am your weak servant,] How can I (mouseover-replace: "How can I") [How can I forgive myself for the sins that I committed?] The ones (mouseover-replace: "The ones") [The ones I am proud to make, that I fell into the traps of Satan, and deprived myself from your remembrance?] I cannot (mouseover-replace: "I cannot") [I cannot forgive myself for being the ignorant fool I am, yet you forgive me,] How strong (mouseover-replace: "How strong") [How strong if your kindness, your love, and mercy that you easily forgive your servants,] When (mouseover-replace: "When") [When your servant is struggling, and your creation won't forgive their brothers and sisters, but will only throw them to hell,] But do they know (mouseover-replace: "But do they know") [But do they know that you saved me from the flames of hell and raised me to heaven with your mercy.]

I lean on you prayer mat and ask my lord, Dear lord, (mouseover-replace: "Dear lord,") [Dear lord, please for forgive me,] I repent (mouseover-replace: "I repent") [I repent to you as you guided me to repentance.] You created me (mouseover-replace: "You created me") [You created me to be your humbled flawed servant who is meant to sin, but gifted me the chance to live and repent,] As you (mouseover-replace: "As you") [As you put me through this test of life,] And I know (mouseover-replace: "And I know") [And I know my repentence is a blessing and the ones who don't forgive me are a lesson,] To test (mouseover-replace: "To test") [To test me faith in you when it comes to people who tend to hurt me for, to test my strength in my repentence.] Therefore, I end (mouseover-replace: "Therefore, I end") [Therefore, I end my prayer with Ameen and my sending of peace upon the Prophet and his family,] With (mouseover-replace: "With") [With tear drops of my heart's relief.]

I walk into the halls, With my feet quietly taking the footsteps, I come near a room, And I stop there, I look through the open door without being noticed, I see two girls, Talking in a quiet tone, [[Whispering to each other's ears,]] With their lips moving, And their tongue coming out to be a [[snake tongue]].

"Can you believe her?" One of them says. "I know right, she compares herself to you. I think she is insecure that he gave you more attention than she does." The other one continued. "I swear to God, like she is so low of herself. She is obsessed with him." The one kept whispering. "Well she definitely liked him, but he didn't like her. But she is definitely jealous of you." "What a childish crybaby. So what if he gave me more attention. What is she going to do? Become malicious towards you?" "Maybe. But she will definitely waste her whole life lamenting herself for him." The other one giggled.