Fearless, Fabulous, Flawless
Haha me? Fearless?
I am full of fears.
Heights, public speaking, snakes, the Boogie Man.
Why am I fearless?
I fly high, I speak up, I own snakes, I boogie with the Boogie Man.
Fearless.
Haha me? Fabulous?
I am not special.
Introvertive, gawky, ordinary.
No. I am a leader. I break the ice. Astounding.
Fabulous.
Haha me? Flawless?
Shameful, rule breaking, scarred.
I hate myself,
yet I love myself.
I have flaws.
Acne, depression, anxiety.
I also have makeup, family, and Ed Sheeran.
Fearless, Fabulous, Flawless? Me?
If you knew me you would know.
F words and I don't mix.
I'm a "good girl," I'm shy, I'm quiet.
I know I make a difference in somebody's life each day.
Compliments, smiling, giving up a dollar.
It really makes a difference to "that homeless man." Henry.
Fearless, Fabulous, Flawless.
Yes, I am. Not to many,
but to atlease one I am,
Fearless, Fabulous, Flawless.
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