Those little, little mistakes
That define me.
The ones that make want to cry.
That make me want to go back in time.
Fix Them.
I hate myself.
For those little, little mistakes.
Make me want to hurl whatever I'm holding
Across the room.
Shatter and break,
Because that's how I'm feeling.
YOU ARE READING
I Am
PoetryIt's hard to live in a fake world. But it's destiny to survive. No matter what, you will always prevail. These things are just random thoughts 'bout, how I feel sometimes! : D
