Beautiful Flaws
Far far from perfect. I am made up of so many characteristics. As we have maneuvered this life we know we are also a collection of flaws. Beautiful flaws as they've made me who I am. With PTSD and D.I.D, and just being human I've made mistakes. I have some limitations. Anxiety plays on me. I cannot be or do what many people can. It's a difficult path. With that does come the side of compassion and understanding of others. I can be soft and sensitive. Empathy and kindness have grown with my awareness of these feelings and obstructions. I can be misinterpreted as being controlling when I am just trying to protect myself with boundaries. Flaws like shortness and impatience. I know I have these. I have needs you cannot see or understand. My needs seem unreasonable to you. It's me. Yes. My ground feels unstable and I can be pushed to a place where my mind state will alter. I Switch persons inside. You cannot understand unless you've educated yourself about me.