Jar of Words

Wrong Choice

It's a bad ache forming.
Maybe it's changed others views
Maybe i'll be quitting before it's over
Maybe it's nothing

I'm bored,
But i have so much to do.
No wonder it aches.
I've chosen wrong.

I feel unclean.
I feel scarred.
I feel like trash,
But i still won't quit at it.

I'm crazy, not bipolar.
My appetite for causing drama is nonexistent,
But maybe not anymore
The enforcement of positivity is hard to muster up.

Shoot me, shot me-
Without proof.
Not given a proper burial.
The flowers are wilted beyond recovery.

It makes me wonder how it started
Why are we the center?
Some things have been wrong.
Will we even be renewed?

The standards are set
And it ruins lives, now, still.
Time is little
And we still choose terribly.