[[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,
Who everyone hates,
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.