Flawed sounded weird after a while of writing this

I am flawed. Just like everyone, I have parts of myself I do not like and things I am working on changing. 

I am flawed. I overthink. I think of every possibility to before making a decision, which means it takes me longer than most to come to a conclusion. I think of every good outcome, and every bad consequence. So I scare myself away from people.

I am flawed. I am hard on myself. I don't let myself get by on any excuses, and I hold myself to such a high standard that it hurts me to not let loose every once in a while.

I am flawed. I am a perfectionist. If I envision something in my head, then it must come out the exact way that I imagined it. 

I am flawed. I try to put others before myself, always. Except, I tend to fail quite often at that- being that I don't have enough time in the day to cater to all my peoples needs.

I am flawed. I don't take good enough care of my body. I don't go to bed at a decent time, and I wake up early for work. I take showers to keep myself clean- but most of the time that is the extent of my nighttime routine.

I am flawed. When I look in the mirror I do not like what I see. Both physically and morally, when I stare at my reflection I do not see the human I wish to be, but what I always hoped I'd never be.

I am flawed. I cry by myself because I do not want others comfort. I long to be loved truly by all peoples in my life, but they only see a piece of it, because I hide when I am vulnerable.

I am flawed. I am flawed. I am flawed.

I am flawed because I just wrote a post about a few things I don't like about myself, but I would be the ultimate hype man for others so that they wouldn't have to write something like this.

I am flawed because while this was going to be a truthful post, it isn't. 

I am flawed because this is a half truthful post but I just said it wasn't truthful.

I am flawed because I am human, and that is ok. 

I am perfect because I make mistakes and because I am flawed.

I am perfect because every dent has shaped me.

6-24-2022

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