I am not flawless.
I live a life burdened with mistakes and errors.
I know my mistakes and the scars they have left.
But there is beauty in these flaws.
I know that at times, I am hard to handle, or understand,or be near.
But I keep trying and moving on day after day.
Trying to live the best I can.
Coping with my flaws, scars, and mistakes.
I am flawless because I live my life in acceptance that to be flawless is broken.