Ok, tolerate my inspiration and humor me, but don't laugh in my face. This is an old "poem" if you will that I wrote one night while feeling utterly blah and worthless. It has no title, but here goes:

"I am...
Not charming, but a prince
Like the cursed creature I wait
For fate's kiss and just one chance
I am...
A puzzle, made of many pieces
Capable of being broken
Wonderful when complete
I am...
Everything you see
No alterior motives
Honest with myself and others
I am...
Not the market's top dollar
Not the world's ideal
Not everything you hoped I'd be
But....
I am...
Real, like the fresh bloomed rose, not picked
Beautiful, crafted with the wisdom and skill of Almighty God
Because of these...
I am...
me."