Here I Am

Here I stand, waiting for my ovation. My flaws out in the open, but I hear no applause, I don't see what I've been looking for. Looking to see if there's someone like me, but all I see are flawless perfectionist judging me of my appearance. I'm stuck between society's Utopia and reality. I see time flying pass me, I need to break free, but there's only one of me. I tear down the mask that covers me, feeling free of what's been holding me. They see that I'm different and scream "What a horror!" All I can do is smile and look at my enemies in eye, and tell them this is where we say goodbye and let my flaws make me flawless compared to you. Not only am I different, but I'm also powerful to break the barriers that once made me low spiritual. Here I stand in reality, my flaws are accepted and what makes me flawless, are my words and confidence.