Flaws:

They make us

We're flawed beings with perfect streaks.

Flaws:

They break us

We're flawed beings with colorful stripes.

Flaws:

They're your weakness

Your downfall

My strength.

My perfection comes in my positivity,

My ability to see flaws 

In myself and others

And my ability to overcome

Oversee

Overwhelm

Flaws.

My color comes in my refusal to allow

Flaws

To define me or others.

Flaws

I consist of

But 

Flaws

I am not.

I am not flawless

This I know

But I have one flaw less

Because I see perfection

While you see 

Damage.