Mistakes
I cant help but to think of myself as a screw up on so many levels.
I always make mistakes, not always the same,
Different ones now and again.
And I try to learn and improve from each one of them.
I don’t really know what to do, it's unknown...
it seems as if I am “mistake prone.”
I don’t even know how to be,
I disappoint everyone including me.
Hell I don’t even know how to act,
I walk around with a smile as my mask.
I lie to everyone including myself,
I say I’m “okay” and “fine”... What else?
I figure if I keep this mask of mine on,
Maybe I’ll believe it after a little time has gone.
I'm tired of saying “I don’t know” and “sorry,” but I honestly don’t know what else to say,
I feel as though everything's my fault... I’m to blame.
I disappoint everyone in this stupid life always.
There's always someone I want to please, but every time...
Someone's not happy...
Copyright © Brandi Gray | Year Posted 2014
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