Tell Me

You tell me I am flawed

Because you have it all.

 

I just wanted acceptance,

But you wanted perfection.

 

I am not flawed.

I am a diamond in the rough.

 

A jewel of mystery,

A person of history.

 

I know what I am.

I am flawless.

This poem is about: 
Me

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