Sketch me Imperfect

An image is only an image
It can't speak to a soul
A canvas is only a finished work
When you fill it with me as a whole

So don't draw what you think I want
And don't use your paint quite yet
Use a pencil to draw all the lines in my face
For my life is not hardened and set

With still problems to fix
And goals yet to attain
There are still more lines to add to me
Still more creases of joy and pain

Draw my sins on my body and face
Show my joy and my loss in my eyes
Sketch my mistakes in the curves of my hands
Let me see all my anger and lies

And while there are still lessons I can learn
And hopes that of which I have yet discover
Sketch me imperfect to an imperfect world
So we all know we're never quite grown