You asked me.

You asked me how I was flawless.

I’m not, or at least I don’t think.

You see me has someone who can do no wrong.

I tell you that I obtained my ‘flawlessness’ be working

I work till my head feels like it will explode,

I roam till my focus can capture the meaning I need

I don’t see myself as flawless but others can.

I wont say I was flawless in my wake,

I work, am working, till I become flawless.

You ask how I am Flawless

I’m not, I just work to seem like it.