Face

I, I am the person who doesn’t get it right,
And you are someone important,
At least more than me anyways,
As I go and look at myself,
I say,
"I can’t be one of them, for I’m weak,"
Weak spirited, and weak willed,
And this face of mine
Is the face of loss,
Is the face of an unbidden gift of grace,
Is the face of pain,
And this is the face, that I can’t stand,
On my face there is a brand,
“This is not what God planned”
I will never live to my potential,
This is the face,
That tears run down, because,
That face, can’t even help itself.