Flaw

A Poem by Celestia

I look at you, and I see nothing.
You look at me, and you see greatness.
Why?
Why do you sense I am...
something else?
Why do you love me?
What do you think about my flaws?
What are my flaws?
Why do I not return your love?
Who am I?

What are we here for.
It is a statement.
A statement of life.
Philosophy by a twelve year old.
Not too great, yet good enough to succeed.
Hats off to the one who calls thee sophisticated.