I’m so good at convincing people it’s not my fault
that all my imperfections come to a halt.

and it’s like they were never even there,
so I no longer care.

except without my flaws, I am not the best version of me.
and I don’t know how great I can be.

because without the guilt, there is no flaws
and there is nothing to tell me to detract my claws.

it’d almost be nice for someone to just call me out
because maybe it’d push me onto a better route.

a route where I can be the best version of me,
the one where I’m not ashamed of people to see.

© LRose