My eyes are too far apart

(But they’re a gorgeous hazel, sprinkled over a caramel backdrop)

And my nose is too big

(But I love its soft curve in spite of myself)

I procrastinate often

(But work well under pressure)

I get lost in fantasy

(But lost is a subjective term)

My breathing is too loud

(But my heart is in the right place)

I can’t sing

(But that doesn’t mean I don’t try)

My running form is bad

(But I always finish the race)

I’m too proud

(But never too arrogant to apologize)

And I’m argumentative

(But that’s what they say about everyone who fights for their beliefs)

I have plenty of flaws

(But maybe some of them are super powers)