Is it bad
That I still find myself mad
When I should be relaxing
On this high-altitude vacation?
Is it bad
That I catch myself dwelling
Upon things that happened
Far in the past?
Is it bad
That I feel regret
Even when people forgive me
Tell me it's okay?
Because I think it's bad
That I have to live
With a guilt
That I have trouble dealing with
Even though part of me knows
That it's perfectly fine
That I'm mostly forgiven
I don't know how
To tell myself this
Because for some reason
I really don't think
I'm worth all this forgiveness
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Pinto Lesbeans
PoésieMore angsty poetry about my issues and stuff. Also possibly some very vague poems either about friendship problems or relationships. Have fun! This book falls in line with a series of poetry books I have created. The first one is How to be a Bisexua...
