I Hope You Believe Me
What would it take
To make you see that you are perfect?
What’s at stake
If someday you believe it?
I’d reveal my flaws to the world,
If it meant you could see your virtues
I know it’s absurd,
The whole idea of perfection, but you choose,
Live life knowing it’s an intangible,
Unreachable social construct?
Or being, and believing
That every flaw is a lesson to be learned
And every virtue is worth celebration,
And, to me, you already are
The very real