Perfection is overrated,
A myth that we've created,
For who can truly say,
That flawless is the only way?

The beauty lies in flaws,
In the cracks and broken laws,
For it's the imperfections,
That make us unique selections.

The perfectly imperfect,
Is what we should expect,
For it's what makes us whole,
And gives us our own role.

No need for cookie-cutter,
Or trying to be another,
For it's in our very essence,
That we find our true presence.

So let us embrace our quirks,
And never shun our smirks,
For it's in our flaws we see,
The beauty of humanity.

Let us be perfectly imperfect,
For that's what we should project,
And in our own special way,
We'll make the world a brighter day.
Perfectly imperfect, a phrase so true,
Describes us all, me and you.
For we're each unique, with our own flaws,
And yet we shine, like diamonds in the raw.

Our imperfections, they make us real,
And show the world just how we feel.
They're not a curse, but a blessing in disguise,
For they help us grow, and become wise.

We stumble and fall, we make mistakes,
But it's all part of the journey that takes,
Us to the places we need to go,
And helps us learn, and helps us grow.

So let us embrace our imperfections,
And see them as opportunities for reflection,
For they remind us that we're human, and that's okay,
And that it's the journey that counts, not the destination,
Imperfect perfection, a paradox true,
For beauty lies in what's unique and new.
In flaws and quirks, there's a charm so rare,
A beauty that's beyond compare.

For perfection is an ideal, a dream to pursue,
But imperfection is real, and perfectly true.
In every scar and every line,
A story unfolds, a life defined.

The world may value flawless grace,
But perfection is a narrow space.
For in the imperfect, there's room to grow,

So embrace your quirks and your every flaw,
For they make you who you are.
You are special, you are unique,
And that, my dear, is what makes you a masterpiece.
A standard impossible to meet,
For we are all imperfect beings,
And our flaws make us unique.

We stumble and we falter,
But we rise and try again,
For our imperfections shape us,
And guide us through life's terrain.

We may not be the strongest,
Or the smartest in the room,
But our imperfections make us human,
And they bring us closer to the truth.

For what is perfect but a label,
A mirage in the desert sand,
An unattainable ideal,
That we strive for with each command.

So let us embrace our quirks,
Our imperfections, big and small,
For they make us who we are,
And they make us stand tall.

Let us celebrate our differences,
And all the beauty they bring,
For it is in our imperfections,
That we find the truest thing.

And though we may never be perfect,
We can still be perfectly imperfect,
For in our flaws lies our strength,
And in our hearts, a love that is direct.
© OMAAH2