I am not who I want to be
And yet
As I look upon every disgusting feature
Of a pitiful face
I see not a single piece that could be changed
By the purest of actions,
The highest of charity,
Or the wisest of thoughts.
Not be changed by anything at all, in fact!
A shapely nose holds no heart
A sharper mind does not lie behind bluer eyes
How cruel of God to stain the glass of windows to the soul.

