I hate my awkwardness,

My shyness and my fear,

I hate the way I stumble,

When I'm trying to be clear.

I hate the way I second guess,

Myself at every turn, But then I realize,

That's what makes me who I am and learn.

I hate my insecurities,

My doubts and my regrets,

But then I remember,

That they make me human, not quite perfection yet.

I hate my flaws,

But they're a part of me, And as I learn to accept them,

I learn to be free.

So I embrace my imperfections,

And all that I lack,

For they are what make me unique,

And help me on my track.