I love your imperfections.

I try to notice your perfections.

I look past your wrongs.

I see your rights.

I ask what's wrong.

And if you tell me nothings right.

I'll talk to you and listen.

Try to heal your wounds.

I know you're perfect,

But deep down I acknowledge it.

You think everyone hates you,

But honestly they envy you.

Narwhals

Reminds me of a few of my poems. Not because of how it written or the flow, but the message. I like it and think you did a great job, but on the last line, there is a typo. Overall, it's spectacular! :)