Flawed

Flawed

I could not look myself in the mirror.
I could not hear what was true.
I did not feel what others saw.
Nothing but imperfect, I was flawed.

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All my actions seemed so wrong.
Words were faulty,
always feeling so spurious.
Nothing but inferior, I was flawed.

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Even laughter seemed I taint.
Causing the ending of something.
What was my wrongdoing I asked?
Nothing but second-rate, I was flawed.

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The dysmorphia of my mind,
ruined and disfigured all the cues.
Misread my world around.
I was not faulty, not unsubstantial!

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The filters were jaded,
the jagged edges,
tore the truth as it passed by.

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I stand looking at,
all that time swallowed.
Misinformed, my thoughts failed.
Never was I flawed.

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I cannot turn off that filter,
my disconnect too strong.
Though my mind may understand,
my spirit still feels the pain.

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Can I ever rip it off?
Untruth, all of my shame?
Moving forward I see the light,
but the lie still remains.

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I am flawed, but still perfect.
Aren’t we all?
No perfection can one hold,
it is good to be flawed.

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