Flawed But Not Less

Long limber legs

clumsy yet cultured-

diamond shaped face

both priceless and scarred-

bouncy brunette hair

too complicated in the mornings but too simple at night-

who is she?

Climbs out of the window at night,

but watches the moon,

while the rest of her friends stay out partying til two.

Her parents see a childish rebel,

her friends- a too good to be true angel,

but to the brown eyes and dark pupils, in the mirror looking back-

she was none those things.

She was proud of who she'd become,

she was headstrong,


and she

was me.



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