the girl with fatal flaws

There are many things wrong in this world,

And you believe you are one of those,

Feels like a puzzle piece in the wrong picture.

You are overlook at, never seem to be there,

The girl with flaws to believe, like

The flower that never blooms and dies.

The other unheard story, the worn out shoe,

Your flaws are to many to count,

Never seem to do right,

Always feels like something is wrong.

When kindness is return, it doesn't feel right,

A gut feeling starts to appear, and it craves

The flaws seem to build up,

Counting the mistakes made in the past.

Too much of an overthinker, a silent crier,

The one who remembers the embarrassing moments,

The one with the laugh, the one who

Rarely smiles, since what's there to smile at.

The girl with fatal flaws, so many to list

Trying to name ever one, counting the scars,

The flaws that you seem to notice in you,

What's there is to notice, they will never leave.

So, don't go one counting the lines that you have,

Don't go on caring of these flaws, since they make you

Now just care how these flaws tell the story in you.

The girl with the fatal flaws, should be the girl

with the unspoken stories.