My Perfect Flaws

Why do we always

point fingers and fight?

Not look to ourselves?

But, the other guy.

Envy is ugly,

and rage starts wars.

Where's the beauty in this?

Everyone abhors.

If people abhor,

then where's the change.

No one cares

when it's not  their's to blame.

I'm happy with me

and I notice my flaws.

My flaws make me perfect,

and comfortable, and calm.

My flaws make me, me

and if i know I'm wrong,

why blame someone else

for the day's still young.

We make many mistakes,

and we forgive and forget.

Why make our little time here,

full of pain, lies, and regret.

Look on til tomorrow.

Don't live the past.

You'll end up  much happier,

When your friends come to last.