When asked about what makes me flawless,
I can't help but think I'm not.
But in reality it's the flaws we have
that make us who we are.
Sometimes I may say something different,
pernounce a word in a unique way.
Sometimes I may wear something other people don't,
like a bright purple sweater with pink tights.
Sometimes I may slip,
clumsy on the ice.
But all these things are part of me,
things I really don't control.
If others don't accept it,
it just shows what type of people they are.
Maybe I'm not flawless,
but I'm perfect as I am.