Same Mistakes

Same Mistakes? Still learning about how to act Still trying to join the pack. Still lapsing like a terminal case Still miles way off the human pace. So stupid, how I can’t explain? So crazy, such little brain So insecure, I might explode. I’m like a safe without a code. I find excuses I’m never direct. I haven’t got the intellect. I think you can read my mind. I’m so many miles behind. Apologising, when the monster comes. Apologising every rising sun Apologising I’ve repeated the same. Apologising I’ll up my game. This poem, another confession This poem therapist session This poem is a plea, understand. This poem nothings planned. David Cox 07/05/24