Improvement leads to perfection, they say,

Yet my improvements are no stronger than wet clay.

I'm no more perfect than before,

Though I've toiled and strived 'til I was sore.

But, as my wet clay dries,

Cracks appear before my eyes.

I've changed my way of heart.

Not to say that I'm that smart.

I'll accept myself, wherever I go.

My cracks are not my foe,

They are my beauty.

A masterpiece I am,

I'll let the world change my heart of a lamb.

I'll improve, anyway,

With no pressure and nothing to pay.

No pain, no gain?

I'll agree with that, I'm not insane.

Through pain, we gain everything.

From good to bad...everything.

More pain or more gain, or maybe both come.

Every step brings them, some big, and some "some".

Just accept yourself, whoever you are.

Whether from around here, or from afar.

That way, pain isn't pain and gain will be gain.

I'll accept myself, wherever I go.

My cracks are not my foe,

They are my beauty.

Because...I'll lose them if I'm smooth.