Diamonds get flaws

What makes me flawless

is that I'm not-

I never was-

but I worked really hard to make myself

someone kids can look up to,

even though no one's looking up to me.

 

I didn't ever have perfect mental health,

but I've spent years improving it,

and encouraging others through their struggles

with their own habits and selves.

 

I didn't always do what I was told,

and I didn't always do it right,

but I learned how to try,

and how to ask for help,

and when to give up and ask for 

a completely different explanation.

 

I am flawless,

because I sharpened my edges,

and let my imperfections catch the light stunningly,

and accentuated the blue-grey I found.

 

I stopped hiding my soul,

stopped hiding from myself,

and started to show people 

my acceptance.

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