I hate I don't always get things right.
No, I don't...
I don't hate it.
I despise it
Rather than explain myself, hear the other side or
Take the blame
I make excuses
I cause a fight
I shift blame
Wish I didn't excel at making you feel so bad, so sad
Could have been a carpenter
Maybe a journalist
A sculptor
But, no.
I'm the guy that excels in making you feel so bad, so sad
Wait
Why did I say journalist?
Writer for sure - but, journalist - no.
I digress
I digress
A lot
Make noise in the silence
When argue I cannot
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Why do we hurt the ones we love the most?
It seems illogical, but it happens
I am not trying to say it's right
It's not
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Thoughtlessness
A word I never fully understood until my own thoughtless actions
Selfishness
Always found it easier to judge the selfishness of others, than my own
Criticism
Now I am the world's biggest critic of me...
Perhaps that's how it should be?
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Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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