Flawless

A beauty queen they do not see, 

This is not what they think of me. 

A heart of gold ready to serve, 

They stand and stare until I am unnerved. 

I've always wanted to fit in, 

I simply could not find where to begin. 

They point out my flaws and my differences too. "

I'm sorry" I say, 

"I can't be flawless like you" 

Life carries on as usual it seems, 

But I start to question, 

I start to dream. 

A world with acceptance, a place to be free; 

A hope for someone to accept me - just for me. 

As time flies forward, beauty fades. 

All that remains are the memories we've made. 

What can you look back to? 

A life full of encouraging words or a dismal memory of vain? 

We look for perfection and criticize the weak, 

But is not our purpose to be humble; to be meek? 

The time you have to change your ways is short, you see. 

Maybe next time you will consider your "flawlessness" before criticizing me.