I will dress myself as best as I want;

Trying to look perfect does not matter.

Try to mold me or shape me how you want,

I am still the same old type of batter.

My ensemble must relay honesty;

It looks nearly as nice as it can be.

When my tie is crooked or wrongly tied,

I still feel like myself is unified.

This is my inner self made of stitches,

I try to be perfect but I am not.

But know that my demeanor has riches,

Despite all of my occasional sins.