People remind me that
I am nothing
I often thought this true,
People say that
I am lower than low
So I always look at the ground,
People say that I
Will never live to be great,
So I constantly tell myself
that I will always be
A great disappointment
to everyone else,
People remind me of my imperfections
And I look at them and think,
They can see the bad in me
But I the good in them,
I realized it too late
That no one is flawless,
But I realized it just in time
That we are all images,
Made from
the most perfect one above,
So I lift my head
to the sky,
and scream as loud as I can
the words I should have screamed
from my heart
that are so long overdue,
To the people holding me back
and making me regret
my flaws,
I am not sorry I’m here
I’m not sorry I’m made,
I’m not a wasted space
I belong here, in this place
I am beautiful
Through my eyes
And his too,
If I can find my flaws
then obviously so can you,
So please I beg
I'm bent at both my knees,
Don’t hand them down
Like a pair of old clothes
I'm not a charity,
I have enough imperfections
And even more tears
to cry about them,
So I don’t need yours
You can keep them yourself,
I’m beautiful
I’m young
I’m talented
I’m happy
and I've just learnt to be proud,
I have many imperfections
I admit to it
But the rose
that I am blooming into,
Has beautifully coloured petals
That reminds me
of the simple things I forget,
That life will have thorns
But I ... I have beauty,
You know, I'm beginning
to feel
slightly sorry
for you,
because you don't see
the beauty in yourself,
That I have found in me