Perfection

I've whimpered and sulked
when i couldn't meet up
with the struggle for ideal
perfection.
.

I've lost my self
being who I'm not,
forgetting who I was
becoming a people-pleaser
.

hiding the flaws in me
going the extra mile
to make up for my inability
to keep up with some status quo.
.

walking the entire town for those who wouldn't lift a finger for me
giving my all on the altar of "sacrifice"
.

but those times are long gone.
for now i know that
before anyone,
i belong to my own self
.

I'm flawed. But isn't that the idea
of love and acceptance?
in reality, no one is perfect
but we've gotta love us despite
our imperfections.
.
and yes, if you can't
accept my flaws
you sure don't deserve my
perfection.