An Open Letter To Him

I am the disaster that you created,
You gave me the perfectest form
An exquisite exterior,
But an ugly soul
You gave me a weak heart
And you tempt me with your sinful creations
You test me knowing that I’ll fail
Sometimes you make me question your existence
Are you really there? Or did I imagine you?
You trick me with small victories,
Then you give me tragic falls
You give me voices in my head
They are my own but it’s the things they say
It is the things they whisper
That makes it hard to ignore

And when I ask for strength
You give me struggle
The faith, the belief you have instilled in me
Seems like a cruel joke
I hope you’re laughing
And soaking up every moment
For once, I’d like to hear your voice
Just a little affirmation that
There is a purpose to this pain
I want assurance, I want to know
That I am still your favorite
I want to know that you are there
And that you care
And that this is all
A lesson that you’ve designed
To help me be,
Perfect.
In time.