My Flaw is Flawlessness
It's true, I am perfect.
So my friends say as they stare.
"Perfect score, good job" says a teacher.
Nothing's new, why care?
I go to practice and coach commends me.
"You're going to help us win this race."
So I put on the smile he wants to see,
And succeed at a comfortable pace.
After the race, the medal hangs from my neck,
A group of people laughing at my side.
I go over and make a witty comment,
The whole group laughed till they cried.
And they don't even know what truly pains me
Because they can't know, not even my friends.
I get blood transfusions every four weeks
Just to keep my life from its frail end.
But I embrace my shortcoming and paste on a smile,
Because it's all that I really can do.
I'm perfect because I'm flawed,
And seeing my flaws, say "wahoo!".