Being inside the mind of 

A teen 

That thinks himself

Far behind flawless

Is like being stuck in a cell

With a few exits 

But not wanting to leave...

Until recently.

My flaws are listed 

On the walls of my mind like this:

I don't work hard enough

I make too many mistakes

I'm not happy with my image

I don't make friends easily...

And the list goes on.

But that list,

That list that glows red with a burning hate

Is slowly being consumed

By it's own fire.

My flaws are still flaws

But now they're a part of me

That I embrace

Because I know they make me me.

So really,

When flaws don't feel like flaws

Inside the mind of 

A flawed teenager

That teenager becomes flawless.