Worthless.

Fool.

Ugly.

Unimportant.

All words that come to mind when I think of me.

Flawless?

That isn’t me.

Because I’m just some basket case.

A mistake;

That’s what they call me.

I think I have friends

But they leave me out of all their plans.

I’m the last to find out things

And the last person you see,

If you ever see me.

For I’m not beautiful,

Just invisible!

So how am I flawless when

My life passes by

Only as a struggle?

I’m holding on by a thread

Just trying to get by

But I feel like I’m losing my head!

I want to cry

And try to run

But whenever I open my eyes

I find that I’m stuck where I am.

So how am I flawless,

When the world says otherwise?

 

I’m an idiot, that’s what I hear.

But when I talk to my creator,

Something different plays in my ears!

His voice sounds like music holding me close.

Perfectly imperfect is what I’m told.

Not by being the fairest of them all

But instead by being the quirky girl down the hall.

Gifted by being unique

You’ll never find a double me!

There for all in need

Even when they’ve hurt me, secretly.

I dance to a different beat all on my own.

Touching souls in ways no one has ever known.

 

And when my world falls flat and flaws are all I see.

My creator reminds me that I’m flawless

By being perfectly imperfect me!