The Army of my Flaws
They
come
Barging
in.
Culprits of happiness
Ominous,
Ferocious
Flaws
No
benevolence
In
their hearts.
To
consume my soul,
That’s
Their
only goal.
My
legs
Are
stern soldiers
They’re
tangled tree roots
Tough
and tenacious
All
they do
Is
make me
Fall
My
strong,
Stubborn
curls
Are
a sea of savage knots
They
flow
The
wrong way.
All
I want
Is
for them
To
go away
But
when my legs
Make
me fall
I
learn
To rise again
Even
when
The
drop is high
I
get back up
And
kiss my troubles
Good
bye.
And my hair
Is just like
Me
I try to contain it
Yet all it wants
Is
to be
Free
I’ve
had an epiphany.
I can’t
fight
My
Flaws
They
Are the ones
I
have to
Thank
For
forming the girl
That
now,
You
see.
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