"honey, it's your imperfections that make you beautiful"

they say
they mean it
they're right
too

it's all you can do, not to cry about it
lie about it
sigh about it
round about
write and read all about it
should it out loud
or... be proud

you lose some
but if you don't do it sore
you eventually win 'em all over.
you grow on them
your faults endear you.
they like them, 'cause
they love you
'cause
you showed them
by
just being there
and not sucking
and the ones who noticed
told the ones who didn't
that you weren't shit
(cos you weren't)
then the ones who didn't
did
and you
were validated
forgot how it was to be an invalid
triple crippled;
hands, head
and heart
at the start
because you were healed by affection
appreciation
validation
so wait
don't hate
your slate is getting chalked up
the mountain you walked up
plateaued at a soft place
so let your pace slow
and let go
because






...you know...