You make me smile when I really do not want to
You welcome me with open arms, despite all of my flaws
You fail to look at me with a glance of eschew
And despite all my inherent malice, you hide your claws
You always believe I am painted as lovely as a picture
Although I know I am patina-ed on the inside
Despite everyone else's observation of me so obscure
You take me as I am, and simply forget to define
I thank you for all you have done
You place meaning back into this life
You observe me and yet fail to shun
And yet again I thank you for viewing me as a person despite all of my strife
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