The Closest You Can Get to Being FLAWLESS
I am a smart, mature, athlete, designer, and a mess.
But, I am a beautiful mess.
A mess when I stress,
to try to be flawless.
It’s something I try so hard to be every day.
Making progress each new set of 24 hours,
Boy, I went from being a coward,
afraid of the opinions of the crowd,
that they would laugh and doubt…
my abilities to be amazing.
But now, I lack no sting, sugar.
For I wear the clothes I make and sew myself,
get up off the ground when I fall playing volleyball,
pick myself back up when I fail a test,
and do better the next day.
Each morning I am born again.
I take that chance to fix myself for him.
Jesus Christ the man above,
and in my process on my pursuit of happiness and success,
I show some love to all those who influenced…
me, myself and I…an example of someone who tries their hardest,
Everyday to be flawless.
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