Not Perfect

I am not perfect.
Do not place me there.
The heights are too lofty;
The burden too great,
The plummet too high a price to pay.
I am a human.
I have flaws,
Foibles,
Mannerisms to make one mad.
The same as any other.
My pride is great,
My temper quick.
My touch demands
Fealty, ownership.
No angel I
Nor devil, true.
I do not turn gold in the sun, but red.
At times I snore.
I speak with my hands.
I get ill.
Have dark moods.
My tongue can be sharp.
I prefer older things to new.
I cannot have dairy often.
At times I require space if I feel too enclosed.
Will ball up and cry like a child.
At times I am a challenge.
My sense of humor bawdy, at times base.
I like to play like I am 10 years old.
No diamond pedestal of gold for me, no Olympian seat I hold.
Keep me in the mortal realm.
Where I have ever been.