Second Chance

Take a look at my life. Something important of which I hardly ever glance.

If you trace the path I have been on forever you’ll see that I am great at squandering a second chance.

For me, a second chance was just another excuse to have more foolish fun and when it ends I always ask myself “what have you done?”

On the road to achieving what was meant for me, I sabotage my second chances and then look for sympathy.

When vanity comes to enter me I always let it into me and end up being my second chance’s worse enemy.

I wish I knew why I was like this and why can’t I fight this? My lack of restraint has my second chances in a tight grip.

I claim to never want to lose, but then I jeapordize my second chance, ensuring that I’m going to lose.

Whenever I am given one more try I tell one more lie. A failed effort of poor choice that ruins my second chances and always leads to one more cry.

I grow weary of the self inflicted pain I juggle from destroying a second chance and hitting the reset button on struggle.

When second chances come around I want to use them the right way and no longer give them the run around.

I want to look at my life with a better glance, a forever glance in which I promise to never again destroy my shot at a second chance.