I am perfect because of my abnormalities.

I am perfect because of the way I forget the glass of water for my girlfriend. 

I am perfect because of the times I have forgotten to do my homework.

I am also perfect because of the crazy things I may say or do.

And along with that, I am perfect because of all the broken bones and sprains.

I am perfect because these things make me who I am. 

I am perfect because without every broken bone, 

Without every procrastination, 

And without every single thing that I have ever done wrong, 

I am nothing. 

These stamps on my life,

These acts of forgetfulness, 

Have given me the opportunity to excel

And prosper, 

In an even more generous way. 

These hardships, 

And all these pains,

Have made me the tough, 

The ruthless,

The hard working,

And the man full of fight that I am today.