In our struggle to flawlessness
Perfection
We left ourselves at home
In the foundation we're ashamed to be from
And the family who's a little bit off
Our single mothers tells us
Repeatedly that we are
Flawless
But in the mirrors
And the grade books
And our peers eyes
We are the flawfull
Lacking and incomplete
We aren't A students
And the In-crowd isn't us
We are the flawfull
The beautifully misshapen crowd
Of social defects and faults.
The word itself scares us
But makes us stare and envy
The flawfull are not the flawless
And the flawless are always the flawed.