Is How It Seems To Be

We are what we are is how it seems to be
And perfection is not part of humanity
The imperfections in others that i do see
Are only reflections of the imperfections that are in me
Which thinking about it makes me come to realize
The reason i do not like people who me see fit to criticize
Is not what i make them out to be as without ruth
But is what they are telling to me is the truth
And the truth can be hurtful as the wise one does say
A saying from the past that remains as relevant today
The ego as is known does thrive well on praise
And what flattery can do never cease to amaze
In retrospect suppose we learn something new from life every day
That we never stop learning it does seem this way.