The mind is a funny thing
The worst things get stuck inside
No matter how hard I try
I can’t seem to hide
The past has eyes like an eagle
And a bite like a tiger
Past mistakes eat at me
And loves to pick fights with a non-fighter
I get hung up on every little mistake
With no room for respite
Because the truth is
I have never won a fight
Every hit I take leaves a bruise
Ones that don’t fade away for a long time
Every time it happens
It feels like I committed a crime
How dare I have flaws
I should be ashamed
To be such a wildfire of failure
That cannot be contained
That’s how it makes me feel
And it loves to resurface often
Scars that cut deep
On a mind that has little room to fit more in
Every screw up
Every past mistake
It all makes me want to just quit
It’s all too much for me to take
But the only real choice
It to let the tiger move on and take a breath
And not let the past mistakes
Be the cause of my own death
About the Creator
Talonted
I am a Business Leadership Associate's graduate with a passion for creating. I do mostly poetry of which I hope to speak to other people's souls, share my emotions, maybe connect, and maybe even help a few people in the process
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