My reflection

As I reflect on the year that past, like looking through a mirror with myself as the cast- looking for the truth, I find my flaws, Like a detective searching for clues. One flaw Two flaws Three flaws Traits that I deem imperfect by my standards. My perception of imperfection has been cultivated by those around me. Their perception has become mine. I am none other than a human being molded to becoming a product of my environment-only if I let it be.