Thank you God

or universe

or magically gifted being, thing

on beautifully and painstakingly crafting the art that is the

human race.

Building each creature from the Earth up and

proving us worthy to stand above it.

However,

while simply amazing,

I see some errors in your work

let me mark them with a thick red pen

because in your rush to handcraft the billions of others

you have left many errors on me.

My feet are too small to fit into the size 32 shoe society wants me to fill,

the gap between my toes and the shoe tops and absence of

experience,

knowledge,

success.

Speaking of gaps,

how could you leave such an unfillable one

in my heart?

Ghosts of people,

shadows, momentary occupying

then leaving

limitless

loneliness.

Solid gold is what I desire in the center of my chest,

instead it turns far too many other colors

its favorite?

Emerald

because it can’t seem to feel past the

injustice and unfairness

that cloud the fortunes I posses.

One more beautiful,

more witty,

more engaging than I

leaves my heart with a dull envious shine.

Why did you not give me a head that stays level?

One filled with rational and logic as oppose to

the fantastical and emotion driven one

I have now.

Why did you not give me blind eyes?

I can’t help but fall prey to judgement,

the smoke and mirrors of appearance keeping me from seeing a person

inside out.

Why did you not give me a memory that lasts only a day?

Imprinted forever the sadness of losing

my unborn sibling,

my childhood home,

and the person responsible for a two year old forgotten kiss.

So, as you can see,

you have missed these teeny tiny details in my creation.

I have marked them for you,

and you can keep me

until they're fixed.