'Fault blind' is my new best friend I carry around with me,
I carry it in my pocket and even share it around with others to see, it's an ignorant place for me to be- where I ignore all the bad things which others may see. My lateness, my rudeness, my inability to talk, All hide behind my shyness and runaway walk.
My faults can be nasty and eat away at my life,
At times they have been helpful and shown me right from wrong,
They've helped me make my mistakes and learning not seem quite so long,
But adultulting adults are expected to accept faults when they arrive.
Welcome them, greet them and give them high fives!
We all have our faults, some we don't see, some we are blind to, some others we feed.
But maybe one day my faults really can be my friends when I'm true to myself and I'm finally 'on the mend'.
I'll admit to all my faults with a clear fine mind, it would mean living for me and being kind and not accepting my usual order of comfortable 'fault blind'.
New word: Distance