Flaws Are Perfect To Me

For when I enter the

Lighted room, I cannot fathom being in

Another place

With so many faces

Staring in my eyes.

A

Realization comes over me and I think:

Each person has their own story, each

Person has their own judgement and hardships,

Each person cries the same tears. The

Retention of negativity seems to hold its own power,

For that is human nature. But I have

Eternally turned towards the open sky with a

Clear view of who I am, and who I see is someone

That is content with either

Their hair, their smile, their skin,

Or their attitude towards their peers. It

Matters not to me what others think of me, it has only

Ever mattered what I see in myself. I see flaws, but they are beautiful.