The Closest You Can Get to Being FLAWLESS

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I am a smart, mature, athlete, designer, and a mess.

But, I am a beautiful mess.

A mess when I stress,

to try to be flawless.

It’s something I try so hard to be every day.

Making progress each new set of 24 hours,

Boy, I went from being a coward,

afraid of the opinions of the crowd,

that they would laugh and doubt…

my abilities to be amazing.

But now, I lack no sting, sugar.

For I wear the clothes I make and sew myself,

get up off the ground when I fall playing volleyball,

pick myself back up when I fail a test,

and do better the next day.

Each morning I am born again.

I take that chance to fix myself for him.

Jesus Christ the man above,

and in my process on my pursuit of happiness and success,

I show some love to all those who influenced…

me, myself and I…an example of someone who tries their hardest,

Everyday to be flawless. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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