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The white pawn Forever loyal on bended knee Sacrificed right to be free But he fights doubts dusk till dawn  
MAybe I am made of glass And perhaps I am too reflective And perhaps each time I shatter across the floor in shards of failure I bring us more bad luck
I am not perfect But I have tried to be Sometimes I still try to be There is something about being flawless that Mutes my inner voice as it pauses to bathe  In warm ecstasy That very high
I'll be satisfied once I can see all my bones pressed against my skin. Society taught me that you're only beautiful when you're paper thin. They say that beauty is only skin deep
Him
Him. I imagined him.  He held me. How nice it was. His kiss was power. His flaws belonged to me. His losses drained me. I lost a part of who I was. I became cold and rigid. I began to doubt.
This book reminds me of you Soft cover, indestructible Keeper of an old god Tell me more about who tore your pages Where you got the damage on your jacket  
Dots in the sky To connect our sins So that we see them   The unforgiven ones Will be green The forgiven ones Will be white
Of course you are not perfect, but why do you fret? There are many more important reasons to find yourself upset. You could be greedy, coniving, full of deceit, turning a blind eye
America the Great At keeping Gun violence alive   America the Great At avoiding The hungry and deprived  
What’s inside me, you don’t want to see. An endless whirlpool of pain and suffering.I hide it away, for no one to see. But at night, it shows, drowning me in misery.A heart ache to heartbreak.
Flaws and truth try to get along.  Wound together like pretzels, dancing like dandelion seeds in a thunderstorm weighed down by the stinging raindrops in the maelstrom.  But they love each other
I know now that I am not good enough for you. You want always happy and always confident, but I am rarely happy, and really confident. I found that bending to be what you want only broke me, so I'm done bending for you.
 I am a contradiction, A perfect contradiction. On looking in from outside, I think I'd pass inspection.   My nails are neat, each hair in place. My clothes the latest styles.
I wear my heart on my sleeve  I'm conceited and self-conscious don't forget selfish and needy  but even with all of these I didn't see  you coming until you were right in front of me. 
I wear my restlessness  Beneath my eyes I am restless Restless from heartache  Watching my loved ones fade away And letting others do me wromg Restless because I am afraid
I glare at the full-length mirror trying to comprehend this mess you see in me. You stare at my flaws, these holes in my life, blaming them for the problem burning at your core.
I've thought about this question plenty, too plenty to recountI could shame the number of ripples in the water surrounding theisland in which im stranded, with how many times I've rejected You.
Errors, flaws and mistakesSame but different at the same time, What’s the difference you may ask Stay and listen to me explain through rhyme.  
Right here, right now I wish my hands were magic, instead my touch turns to dust, and they can’t keep hold any more.  
I was "perfect" I was cute I was an A+ student I was talkative I was curious I was a performer I was a jiujitsu competition winner I was obedient  I was tired before, I am tired now
ouch, wait was that pain real or in my head?Why am I in my bed?...... This isn't my bed....Please let there be red bull or Gatorade in the fridge...... noI love dick- thank God it's removable
We are all part of someone's dream, a realm of the universe unseen. 
Nostrils flared, fists clenched, fingernails digging into my palm, teeth gritting together so tightly I fear they might shatter into a million pieces; my inner demon overcomes me.
No additions, no subtractions, I am an ordinary woman Simply less gorgeous than what my pictures look like I am a woman with flaws With acne, small eyes, and facial hair Nothing too special about my body
No I did not wake up like this Not unless I went to sleep last night and woke up in the dress Cause normally I wake up mess Because honey I'm too stressed At least I stay blessed
"Be honest," they said, so honest I was. Honest as nobody ever was. Blunt as the barrier between water and oil, I told them the truth without recoil.   The truth of our cohorts, sad but true
I have seen the moon How many times have I seen the moon? One hundred? One thousand?
Try to see the best in me and you will find something. You will find a flaw, a perfect imperfection. I am containing myself, my greatness, my potential, my future.
You look in the mirror, Begin to apply the corrupted judgments of society upon what you see. But what the mirror doesn't reveal is what truly matters.
I just wanted to let you know that you are worth more than what I can show or tell or teach you.  If I tried, it would be like trying to encompass the sun in the description of a shadow. 
#n   ofilter now you can see my flaws
I am a perfectionist with a capital P. Let down if I get less or equivalent to a B, because I want to be the best that I can be, and yet, I can never seem to keep my room clean for more than a week...
I've made mistakes, But they don't define me.   I have regrets, But I am not what I've done.   I have secrets, But they're part of my past.   Come dawn, And come day.
Maybe if I dye my hair or straighten my teeth, I'll look just like the glamour girls you see on t.v. Wonder if that'll catch his eyes.   But really I'm just fine being me. No need to worry, I'm always happy.
I’ve stopped drinking from the wishing well of health Guaranteed to keep you young and make all your wishes Come true. Despite the try my will ran dry Has I came to the realization not everything is flawless
Her hair is a mess, her eyes are swollen
Looking through the filter I am perfect. The truth about my life is nonexistent. Looking through the filter. all the words I say are pure, With no stammer or lisp. Looking through the filter.
I’ve been burnt, I’ve been broken, I’ve been torn at the seems But our future is the token; it’s the light at the end that beams. I’ve made mistakes; I’ll be the first to admit;
Birthmark. Stretchmark. Scar.   Round cheeks. Flat cheeks. Fat.   Muffin top. Hair on top. Stick.   Dark skin. Freckled skin. Pale.  
Flawless. The girl on the cover of the magazine, The one who was created with photoshop, The one who sees the magazine and doesn't see herself. Flawless. The all-state basketball star,
My soul is aching.   Rotting in the remnants of who I once was.   Longing for something more than just     this...          
Is anything really a flaw? Our personal quirks whether liked or not should never be shamed, We have character, We are unique,  We are not marred by our "flaws" but inhanced We have no imperfections ,
There are these things called flaws Do you like what you see There are these things called flaws Seen in you and me   Flaws we se see Oh what a shame Just differences
I hear of girls crying themselves to sleep because of their insecurities.  I see girls cutting because they're not happy. I see suicides because they're scared.
Flaws and all I will continue to stand tall, because after all... I am beautifully flawed.  When I look into the mirror , I see smooth brown skin , sharp eyes, a button nose 
In all actuality, We are not flawless What we believe, is a broken reality.   We are broken girls, We are stitched up and sewed up, With our toes curled.  
I see her staring at me Both picking out each others flaws wondering how it could be Thinking about society laws on beauty wishing I could withdraw. I stare at her picking out every beauty mark;
Not going to let another day pass me byEven though my hair maybe a messAnd I'm not going to lieI don't always pass the test  But I'm going to let the world know that I'm flawless
She stands looking in the mirror and what does she see ? what she appears to be  a young woman of faith  filled with promises from above Her flaws run deep  yet she is washed clean
Everyone has flaws, Some are crippled and debilitated by them Others wear them as badges of honor and character
What is it that you see when you see me?
I am flawed.But i am happy with my flaws.I may have epilepsy.But it won't keep me from having a pepsi.I may have feelings that i don't talk about.But i am content without a doubt.
Dear Me, It doesn't matter what you say, you don't know me I don't even know me...well I'm still trying to figure me out And yes I have flaws but name a person who doesn't. Not you. And certainly not I.
My hair won’t fall right. My socks don’t match. This jacket’s too tight. These jeans need a patch.   My bag isn’t Michael Kors. My shirt’s not Ralph Lauren. I can’t afford designer stores.
I wake up every morning asking myself Is that really you? Why was I born this way? all these flaws I see in the mirror looking at myself could I change these flaws?
I never meant to use a filter I didn’t think I did. Look at me and tell me what you see
Filters and fakenes is a popular theme, Within the news, and the media, and favorite magazines. A girl with boring brown hair, With simple green eyes, And pale skin and blemishes,
Without a flaw Perfect skin Perfect body Perfect hair It's a  girl. We have impossible standards For each other and ourselves. It's not fair
People always say a picture is worth a thousand words
My name is Josh, not Joshua. I prefer the first however  the other was given  at birth. I am respectful, polite everyone agrees My goals include college in pursuit of degrees. I found myself in my teens,
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I am not like the others. I am not just another soul.  I have a heart just like the rest, but it's beat is all its own.  Social media and concern for self-image has created an insane craze,
I often hear empty words of praise. Compliments about my looks, my grades.   No one ever looks at the true beauty in me. But I know what everyone fails to see.  
I'm flawless because I'm not a size two I'm flawless because I have acne I'm flawless because I'm not the perfect friend I'm flawless because I have enemies I'm flawless because of my family
Delicate and fragile,Broken and mended,Metaphorically red and constantly beating,Full of love and care but yet so tender,Pulsing with blood and affection so dearly,
I am me  You are you We are different in more ways than seem true  You are not perfect, and neither am I, You are thin, and I am wide.  But while all of this is true,
I was in love. And you were too.we were together, through and through.but you left me alone, Stranded in an ocean of my tears.it was the end. Of me. Of you. Of us. Of who we were.
Flaws make us who we are,
Flaws and all She was born like this not very tall with curves he likes to kiss the chubby cheeks on her face a smile that lights up the place in her heart is very pure and soft voice that's hard to hear if you're not listening to the words she s
I am beautiful The face that I hide It's beautiful It has always been good enough It always will be I am beautiful The dirt that you see on me is beautiful Because it means that I can work
            Free spirit is my trait I value the most.
As children we are deceived by society’s definition of beauty. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and is in no way perfect.  
Drained and deranged, I dreamed I could build beauty. Blueprinted, diagrammed Just a god in a cage.  
I'll be fine on my own And your words break my fragile bones. I'm done with the negativity,
I do not see your physical body Your physicality is beautiful beyond measure Your personality eminates frequencies of joy beyond conception Your character stands tall with virtue and honesty
Some say that bitterness is what broke you, and ripped your seams apart. But whatever it was that consumed you, longing is what lies inside your heart. A longing to be better, is the single thread that binds you.
The world has too many flaws But these flaws only come from us Most people don’t care They don’t think they can make a change But we are greater than politicians We are a family
If someone ever comes to up me With a bag of Skittles and candy in their mouth, With the lame pick-up line:
  I woke up today with tears in my eyes. Walked down the hall, Mom asked what was wrong; I couldn't lie.. Mom held me close and whispered in my ear Words that still ring, loud and clear:  
Begin the dance. Lock the door. Put on the mask.   Shape the curls. Brush on the paint. Plaster the smile.   Look in the mirror. Look away. Begin the dance.  
Flaws
People will stab you in the front And tell you to watch your back People will stab you in the back And tell you “don’t front”
You see that kid  Yes the one by himself You think he's a nerd A loser Or even maybe a nobody All his classmates trease him Then to go home And just get yelled at by his parents
Everyone has flaws that are hard to see passed. But everyone has flaws that are perfect to your perfect match. Your flaws are perfect for a heart that is meant to love you,  for who you are. 
Hope is a knife, faith is murder. She cries out to you, but you haven't heard her, because the truth is you don't care, and deep down she knows, but her hope is just the thorns on a wilted rose.
Why am I not considered to be a good studentor even a good person anymorewhen I receive a "B"or "C"or "D"or God forbidan "F"?
I looked at her I took a good long, long look at her At moments she was as pretty as the multi-colored sunset, waving goodbye as it faded it into the ocean
I look in the mirror, but I don’t see my face, I see a lot of things that are pretty                   out of place. I gather my tools and I primp and I fashion, A mask to hide The flaws I imagined. 
Bravery, a concept of strange humanity Is it real, does it even pertain to me? Myth, legend, flaw of the human brain Something some feel is the need to gain.
I catch myself Glancing in the mirror Looking at the image before me Unsatisfied With how crooked my teeth are With the way my stomach hangs over my pants With the acne on my face Unsatisfied
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