Everyone has flaws, Some big and some small, People make fun of them, They point them out, Makes you want to scream and shout. What's wrong with being different, Why can't I be me, Flaws and all, Do they think I cannot stand tall, I make mistakes, Some people say I am one, Why do they call me an accident. You don't have to fit the image of another person, You don't have to feel like you're nothing, You don't have to feel insecure, You don't have to be afraid of you are, You don't have to be wondering what to do, And I know the answer may seem far, But really it's inside of you.