Flawed

I am flawed yet 'beautiful',
And convince myself there's nothing wrong with me.
I sit on a throne of procrastination,
Lies,
Hypocrisy,
And anger at a world that is slowly killing itself
With hate and ignorance.
I write stories that I say are awful,
But I carefully store away all compliments
In a glass jar
And preen under the attention.
I am flawed and pretend I am not,
So I can think I'm 'better' than those who are
Yet I know I'm worse.
I discuss the disease
But do nothing to stop it's spread.
I AM the disease but I feign ignorance
And continue on my path
Of self destruction.

I am flawed.