Am I Flawless?

To be or not to be... Flawless?

Working hard,

eyes leaking,

faking smiles,

keep pressing on.

Don't stop, can't stop working towards flawless.

STOP.

What if I accept myself? What if I just be myself? Will I be flawless?

To see or not to see...myself as Flawless?

Why can I look at a flower and see beauty and not at myself and see the same thing?

Flowers don't try, they just live. Maybe it's time to start living.

Don't try; just be.

And I can be flawless;

from the tip of my freckled nose,

to the bottom of my wide feet.

From the top of my voice on the stage,

to the quite dreams I whisper.

I am flawless.