Touchstone

You beat me
At my own game
By despising the parts of me
That needs change
But are ingrained in who I am

The flaws I have
Are visible wounds
Of quirks and failings
Some known
Others yet to be found

I am aware of a part
Of the whole of things
That needs to mend
You act as a touchstone
When I fake or pretend

If you too would give up on me
For the person I became
I may have to live knowing
I will forever be
Who I am

© Ratish
24th Aug