I Woke Up Like This

I think we are all flawless because

Flaws are intangible thoughts

Who defines these edges on a person?

Who defines what is beauty?

My nose is a little bit to flat

And my teeth are not so straight

But why are these my imperfections?

If no one else looks this way?

No, these flaws are my appeal

They define just who I am

Without these faults or crookedness

I am just like her over there

Sometimes I laugh loudly and make a silly choice

My skin is not so clear

But if these set me apart from you

Why is this not beautiful?

I am flawless because I wake up and see

An imperfect face in the mirror

And hold a personality full of quirks

That in the end of the day, are all just me