I refuse to let you point out my flaws
It might be an ignorant thing
It might be wrong
But I can't handle other people pointing them out
I should probably listen to you so that I can improve myself
But I want to be comfortable being me
I don't want to change to fit the mold society has made
The mold doesn't have wings
And my heart isn't small enough to fit the mold
It will get crushed, cracked and bruised
I can't help but wonder if my flaws are things
that don't fit your mold
That maybe I'm perfectly myself
And maybe that's ok
