All My Flaws

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Perfect. Happy. Put-together.

I get that a lot

Alone. Messy. Confused.

I feel that a lot.

They say bent wings cant fly 

They tend to bend as the make up wears them down

Take it off, start to sprint, jump

I'm flying

I can fly, no one would know that though

For now I'll keep that to myself

I'm ready but everyone else is not

I guess I have to wait.....

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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