Intactly Perfect

I don't stay like this by myself, without even trying
it does look easy but
if you only knew all the hidden hours
all the efforts billowing over the edges
no one else sets price to

The illusion is a beautiful picture
prettier than the plain me never was

What you see in me as a flaw
everything you blame or try to somehow heal
is just the remainings of
what I swept into safete under my soul
no one would see it and understand
that I'm not intactly perfect

And you don't want to see either
the outcome of Lord's work
like it was formed in me, the child of the Devil