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!".

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