Excuse me while I go back and make a correction

Perhaps it’d be different with better directions

I cannot erase what isn’t perfection

I keep striving to find a worthy reflection

Excuse me while I go back and make a correction

What sticks out to me is imperfection

I’m starting to understand this sense of rejection

To see and unmask a hidden infection

Excuse me while I go back and make a correction

To find a new purpose without constant dissection

Accepting myself and all imperfections

Deleting your hatred to build better connections