Counting someone’s imperfections, won’t make you perfect,
If they’re flawed, you too got a defect,
Because what’s worse than not being flawless,
Is too hurt someone, your limit to transgress,
To remind them of what they don’t own or lack,
Is enough to let their heart crack,
If they’ve not got it all, at least they’re free,
Of the desire to not overlook, the things you see,
Despite losing all, more than you they’ve got,
Entangled in insecurities, by your fears you’re caught,
To be above them you don’t have to pull them down,
Fruitless is your desire, to turn their smile to a frown,
Learn to appreciate life like they do,
And you might just attain, contentment too.
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