Fatal Flaw

It was a quarter past one.
I carefully lay down the book, closing it, on the chair beside my bed. I was tired, but not ready to sleep yet... My mind was buzzing with thoughts...
So naive, this hero, isn't he? Always thinking of saving his friends... but that was his fatal flaw, the one that would eventually either save him or ruin him...
I thought of my nails, admiring my -several month's worth- work; They were very long now... My dad wondered how could I play like this, but it was no problem... he said that he wouldn't pay for piano lessons, that it didn't matter anyway because I'm "allergic to criticism"... That I don't like being told what to do...
But the latter isn't true, I thought, I don't mind too much being told what to do... I just don't like being fixed, being told I'm wrong...
My thoughts wondered back to flaws. What's mine, I pondered, as I've been pondering for a while now... What's my flaw? Is it Hubris?
It is, I realized. I'm too proud. Proud of what I am... Too proud to admit that I could be wrong. At least, at least in front of other people... People that matter... In situations that matter...
What does this help me with, though? I suddenly asked myself. How does this matter?
It was a quarter past one.
I rolled over, and rolled over again. I thought I saw light- lightning- and jumped, but it was nothing. And slowly, full of many thoughts, I fell asleep...

Change

Give me the power to change myself.
That's all I ask.

I Don't Know Who You Are

I don't know who you are. That girl in the mirror. Yes, you. I don't know who you are.
Suddenly you've started laughing. That's the major change. That smile- Yes, that one- is allways there, not fading away even when you cry. It's in your eyes, your heart.
You've started losing weight. You're much skinnier, and it shows. Your hair is nurtured and full of life, and you don't just put it in a ponytail anymore.
You've grown taller. With character, that is, though your body HAS streched out more, along with the rest of your body. You've stopped slouching, and you're prouder of yourself, everything you've accomplished in just a short year.
Your face doesn't have any of those zits, because all that stress is gone. You're calm, but you get things done usually. You're trust worthy. You love yourself and are complete with all your flaws, doesn't matter how much they irritate you.
I think I know who you are. You're who you were allways ment to be.