They’re in my step, my wit and flare

The way I walk, or flip my hair

They’re in my shoes, my coat and jeans

My bra, my gloves and inbetweens

I wear them on my sleeves and chest

Because my flaws just suit me best

I tell too much and switch things up

I talk too little or interrupt

I laugh too loud and way too long

In mid-sentence I break into song

I shy away and shut you out

Ignore me back though, and I’ll pout

I say mean things and apologize

Under pressure I sometimes lie

I’m far too needy or detached

But die for those on which I’m latched

I never show I’m under stress

I just pretend I couldn’t care less

Which makes me cry, and then regret

I ever let you see me fret

But on my sleeve, for all to see

Are all the flaws that make me, me

All the hyper, all the fear

All the laughing, all the tears

Every ounce of dumb and smart

My books, my voice, my poems and art

Me at my worst, and me at my best

My many flaws make me flawless