I Love Myself


Being impeccable is over-rated,

unattainable, impossible, and even outdated.

I prefer my goofy smile,

 and my spontaneous, overbearingly hectic lifestyle,

over that of a life monotonous with perfection.


I love my terrible singing voice,

I would be the sixth member of One Direction if I had the choice.

I love it most when I’m in the shower,

if Simon Cowell heard me, I’d win American Idol.


I’m perfectly imperfect,

and I'm happy with myself which blatantly shows on my surface.

I wouldn’t change myself even if I could,

and to me - that’s flawless.

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