I know there's only One who is perfect; however, I fall far behind the rest of the flock.
I'm disgusted with myself; that I'm still on spiritual milk.
The few people in my life think the worst of me, and I can't help but agree with what they're feeling.

My many sins rotate like an endless cycle that's so hard to break free from.
No growth and constantly going backward.
Pleasures for a moment that simply reap depression.
My throbbing thighs from the plastic knife bring a fragment of comfort, though they don't erase my desperate need for change.
Confession and repentance must be accompanied by faith while the lights are shining for a little bit before darkness reigns.

I pray for strength for the battles I'm facing and for those who are getting weary of the good race with time escaping.

A/N Just a vent of the frustrations of my spiritual walk.