Words Fail

Fatal Flaw

There's hundreds of things wrong with me.

A hundred reasons you shouldn't stick around.

I've got an abundance of flaws.

My body is just a bit too crooked.

And it takes me a lifetime to move on.

And even when I'm dying to yell and speak my mind,

I'll keep silent.

I internalize my feelings.

And I'm a tad bit

Sluggish.

There's a hundred things wrong with me.

But I hope you'll look past them,

And love me-for me.

Because there's a hundred things wrong with me,

But there's some good things too.