I can accept you because I can accept me
This is the plain truth and the reality
But if I am not happy with who I may be
Confusion and chaos is all I will see..
The faults that are in you are also in me
Though totally different in their consistency
The things I don't like and am not wanting to see
Appears in your actions but it's really in me
I have this illusion and this imbalance inside
That makes everything hateful: a problem outside
I will toss and I will turn and I will even run away
But the imperfections I fear are inside me to stay..
Till finally I will listen and til finally I will see
That everything that's imperfect is also in me
In how I am perceiving things and in how I am wired
Everything is imperfect and perfection has retired