i used to wish

I used to wish for perfect,
I used to wish I could not fail,
I used to wish that life were easy,
I used to want a fairy tale.
I used to wish there was no anger,
I used to wish there were no tears,
I used to wish there was no judgement,

I used to wish there was no fear.
I used to wish for pure perfection,
but now I can clearly see,
that perfection isn't perfect,
and perfection isn't me.
Imperfection is beauty -
which I've learned along the way...
imperfect me is beautiful,

no matter what you say.
Sadness makes us human,

and trials make us strong,
mistakes made are lessons learned,

and crying isn't wrong.
Pain reminds me I'm alive,

fallen dreams are tough.
But failure means I'm trying,

and trying is enough.
I may be bent and broken,

and life may be unfair,
I'm not yet who I wish to be,
but I'm slowly getting there.
Imperfections make life beautiful,
and now I clearly see,

with lifes imperfections,
it's still as perfect as can be.