Accepted
How do you love something so flawed?
How can you stand the image in the mirror?
Lost in the flaws of what you see,
lost in the questions of what could we be.
Don't you feel tired of regret?
Of the pressure to be flawless?
There is no such thing as perfection,
there only exists flawless inperfection.
Can we accept the image staring back at us?
Can you see the flawless person you are?
I almost lost the will to be unique,
I almost lost the imperfect person that is me.
Don't you love having flaws?
Of being the perfectly imperfect human?
Love the person who stares back at you,
because they are perfect and true.