I am filled with mistakes,

Because I am human,

And that's what make us alive.

But mistakes can be more than mistakes,

And our minds can be the greatest weapon

To attack our own self. 

 

But one day, I realized something, 

Something fantastic,

That I am proud of who I am.

All my mistakes, all my problems,

They define me.

 

I am who I am

Problems and all.

No one can take that away,

not even myself.

But I would never want to.

 

Because I am,

And always will be, 

Me. 

I may be rough around the edges.

But I really am flawless. 

Because we all are.

 

And I am proud of my calluses, 

because they make me strong,

they make me real, 

and best of all,

they make me alive.