We are all our own mistakes.
For all that we have made.
Whether they be simple or unforgivable.
For like a puppet carved from wood, so too are we carved by our mistakes.
  For it is our mistakes that seemed to be seen clearly.
Yet that is not to say that is all that is seen.  
For mistakes can also be mended.
And as a lesson can also be learnt.
For mistakes are like teachers yet their lessons are not in writing.