Shit; I'm not perfect

I find every excuse to blame someone else. It's never my fault,
because I don't make mistakes.
I walk with my head held high, because I know I'm perfect.
It couldn't be me because I don't fuck things up. A devasting trip down memory lane tells otherwise.
I could have done things different, but at the time I said someone else should. I refused to see past my own confidence to realize the truth. A different conversation here and little more feeling there, but what difference would it make is what I needed to think about before.
One little slip leads to major destruction,I was there but I
didn't do it, but I didn't stop it either. I floated in my fanatasy
until I was forced to look in the mirror. I saw a part of me that made my head hang humbly.
I was blinded by my own light that i didn't see the darkness I had created.If only I took the time to self reflect, would I have seen
my faults. I could have changed so many things, and after I this I must.
I'm not ready for a sprint so I'll create my own pace. I won't look to what I don't have, but at what I know I'll achieve.
I won't look for the acceptance of others to determine my status.
A fresh new canvas being brought to life with many masterful strokes.
I'll be thankful instead of expectant for each breath I take. Taking something from every experience, imprinting each detail.
My mind is in a stage of rebirth, only this time I won't strive to be perfect.
I know I'll make wrong turns and I'm bound to screw up.
I won't let it tear me down, because I accept that
I'm not Perfect.