Regrettable

There might have been some things I said last night
That I regret. I might as well admit
I am not perfect (though confess I might
Sometimes desire to pretend to it)
And so, in imperfection, I commit,
Occasionally, errors, often slight,
But still existent, and as such things sit
Uneasy on my conscience, it is right
That I admit them, and apologize,
Which, if I may, I will attempt to do
To others whom I might offend, and you,
Whom I am sure I did. Please recognize
I'm capable of better. So I sue
To see some small forgiveness in your eyes.