I use to want to be perfect
Failure was my biggest fear
I’d cower at the thought of being transparent
Believing that my flaws would depict
Me as being insincere
I use to want to be perfect
Always putting on the good face
Masking all of my pain
Doing so in good faith
I use to want to be perfect
Now I’ve realized that
Perfection is just an idea
No longer do I long for that
As my weaknesses help me heal
My imperfections make me whole
As I get in tune with my soul
I use to want to be perfect
Now I just wish to be real
Corinthian Elizabeth
“All Gifts in Love”, The Book of Corinthian
(Painting titled “Melanin Rising”)

I feel ya on dat “I’m not perfect”. I can relate..
Thank you! I’m glad that you could relate!