I can't believe I did that
I've built my whole life
On kindness, selflessness, honesty
But through being selfish
I was unkind to others
And dishonest to myself.
Hell, I'm being selfish now
By wallowing in my own misery
Instead of checking on her
A so-called friend.
I don't deserve friends.
The thing is, do I want them?
Another so called friend
Was quick to judge.
Eighteen years of trying to do right
Is clouded by a mistake one night
Makes you wonder
Why do I even bother?
A Melody Out of Tune – For Melody. Personal photo taken by me of the sign leading to the Breckenridge Troll
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Mental Notes
PoetryI started to write poetry to get me through some difficult years as a teenager and young adult. Looking back, writing helped me through a period of depression, only recognized some years later. With writing, once the words hit the paper, they lost t...
