Flaws

To the artist, the creator

I am quite positive that you yourself know of such inner turmoil

The struggle in your depths of acceptance

The consent that your work might be worthwhile

Not to the masses in general,

For the aggregate opinions are merely food for thought,

But worthwhile to you, yourself

So I solicit to you

Please, do not look so intimately,

For you will veritably glance my flaws,

That then become immeasurable foibles,

And none shall venture into the deep end.