Introduction :
The strict requirements and standards have made self-love the most challenging type of love.
It’s easy to point out your own imperfections because you know your weaknesses the best.
But even the best of things (like gadgets, books, and so on) can have flaws and this is considered okay. Then why are humans an exception to this type of logic?
“Exception”
I am not that smart
And I seriously suck at art.
I don’t work hard enough
And I just can be good enough.
Everything I do is not the best
And I don’t know anything about finesse.
Not good at studies, not good at sports
I’m always average no matter how hard-earned my coat.
They really like to point these out
And explain every detail without a doubt.
They’ll pick out all wrongs from their hidden depths
And on each stepping stone blame my footsteps.
Never satisfied, never delighted
Every drop of sweat and blood of mine cannot keep them sated.
But can someone tell me if their brain is flawless
Because of which they can never feel anxiety or stress?
Tell me is their heart programmed
Because of which they can never feel wronged?
Tell me have they worked harder than I have?
Have they stayed awake with the moon like I have?
Tell me have they never, ever failed while trying?
Have they never felt like curling up and crying?
If they have not, then they are not born.
They have been machine-made and brought out in the morn.
Because nobody can be the epitome of perfection.
We are all born with flaws which can be subdued with correction.
But even programs have bugs and robots malfunction,
So to this logic why are people like me an exception?
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